Cry. Cry until you feel the water that flows through you has dried and wither. Fall to the floor and wail, spent, exhausted, done.
Then my darling, and this is the key, take a glass and fill it with water. Hold it to your lips and drink in the hope of tomorrow. Let it will your body. Replace the emptiness with the new tide.
You are a fighter darling, or did you forget? Did you forget why he loved you? Your fire, your light, your soul.
How he held your body in worship and fell apart in your arms. Arms that could hold a thousand broken soldiers and still sound a battle cry.
Don’t focus on the reasons that he left. Log the lessons and move on.
Look into the mirror daily and tell that beautiful woman staring back, “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. You are safe.”
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