This time it was easy to let you go.
No nights of anguish, wondering why I wasn't holding you.
No inexplicable stabbing in the chest, even whilst I forced a smile.
Just this.
You, in my arms; our conversations, our hands intertwined with each other.
A pause, your gaze; and I knew.
Curious how we communicated that.
That we were finished.
Oh, we knew this wasn't exclusive to begin with.
We knew that this would end someday soon.
But this was perfect.
No pain, no sorrow, no frustration.
Just you in my arms, a kiss on the cheek, and one last embrace.
This is how we should've done it the first time.
Goodbye again. I hope he treats you well.
Meanwhile, I look forward to the one who'll take your place someday.
