It's been one month since I last spoke to you. One month since you messaged me at 3 o'clock in the morning with intentions I will never understand.
It's been one month since I gave my broken heart to somebody else, somebody unexpected, somebody who deserves to have it. One month since he immediately got to work putting it back together piece by piece and cherishing it like you once said you would.
It's been one month since I finally found the courage to tell you that my happiness was more important than you. One month since you finally found the decency to respect that happiness.
It's been one month since I realized you were more of a poison than a fix. One month since I realized my ability to breathe, laugh and live again.
It's been one month since you left me for good. Maybe out of mercy. Maybe out of spite. It's been one month since I let you go without putting up a fight.
I thought I couldn't live without you, but maybe I can. Maybe I can do it for another month. And another. And another.
I must.
<3 Madison
