I still remember, and that has been my burden.

Even though it's been years since you've loved me, you still come to me in a perfume, in a song, in a haunting memory. 

But I own myself enough to know thinking of you will not bring me back my time.

I've decided to have happiness. 

I've realized that you once gave that to me, but the memory of you only ever brings me pain.

I've decided to be about me now, not about us.

May the universe hold us deep in its memory, let it relieve me of this burden, of the thoughts of you. 

Because I deserve this. I deserve flight. I deserve tomorrow. And you do too.