Years passed. You have moved on. Life is better and back on track.
You open the front door and find it. Or should I say, it found you – again. You are numb though your brain is telling you ‘jump for joy’. You’re paralyzed, unable to neither talk nor breathe.
It sinks in. There was a reason when you lost it. Because you thought you need it but don’t. Because you’re fine without it when you thought you were incomplete. Simply because it does no matter.