Memories of us lingered after your departure.
Lingering had become the spectra of my life.
Lingering on those who left by force.
Lingering on those who left by choice.
You, my dear, left by force.
I know that between you and me, leaving would not be a choice.
If you had chose to do so, though, I would have let you.
Because your happiness was my bliss.
But some haven’t left.
Not by force, nor by choice.
And I cannot let myself forget how good they have been to me.
Some memories are still taking place.
It’s just different now because you are not in them.
Not physically anyway.
I miss you, my dear.
Not a day goes by that I don’t.
By I’d also like to tell you that I’m happy.
Just as you wanted me to be.
I’ve learned to linger in a good way.
I’ve learned to watch our old memories like a film in head.
My favorite film.
Always on repeat.
Ultimately the only power that fear has over you is the power you give it.