who am i without you?

3:16 p.m.

i’ve always thought that there was something so beautiful about living life with someone. something so beautiful about sharing every little moment with someone.

and there is, there’s something so wonderful about being in love.

but with a broken heart and a few years later, i’m wondering if there’s something special about being without, about standing on your own. 

i’m wondering if i’ve lost myself in the process of being in love, about caring about another more than i’ve cared about myself.

i’m journeying into the unknown. it’s time for me to stand alone.

it feels different. it feels weird knowing it’s over. 

i feel incomplete without you. 

but i feel a significant amount of beauty in that. 

beauty i’ve never felt before. beauty i’m excited to feel.

i’m scared, terrified even, to be without you. 

i’m scared you’ll find someone and i won’t.

but then, i take a step back, because maybe you will find someone, but i will find myself. and i need that more than anything. 

who am i without you? i can’t wait to see.