lesson learned

it was february and i wore the clothes of my newly found independence with striking pride.
it wasn't as if i hadn't read life books, or didn't know what to expect, because i had. i knew i was in for it. the complete and undeniable gut wrenching that would come in the days ahead. maybe hell. maybe not. maybe i'd be torn in two like they said i would. maybe not. maybe my heart would pop flamboyantly out of my chest in an effort to grasp at pieces of retribution.
all i know is that anything i could possibly go through would be better than being with you. and i mean that sincerely, tenderly, almost. as much as i can be right now.
i don't mean that with malice, really. i only mean to say that when i said goodbye to you that day, i meant it with every inch of my soul. we are finished, so walk away.