I was thinking that you were my perfect fit but it seems to me now that sometimes my love overrides my reason. Now I go for non-love and it fits quite nicely too. You are so strong, pinning me down into immobility. Shoving my heartbreak firmly onto the bed. Pounding out my sadness which gently bleeds away between the sheets, dismissed but never really forgotten.
Now in my new life, I am trying on different shapes and sizes and being able to move is sort of liberating. Freeing. Opening new doors. There are probably countless perfect fits out there and the diversity, the endless possibilities are helping me to feel happier. Even though you are no longer my perfect fit. Nor my lover at all for that matter. Nor even my friend.
That every ending be transformed into a new beginning. This is my wish. Happy New Year.