“I’ll never leave you,” he had once said
a long time ago when we were younger and brighter and full of plans that we didn’t even understand.
“I want a future with you,” he told me over and over again
before we could even comprehend what a future would mean.
He was like the wind
and I was just a simple leaf trying to resist his strong pull
because I didn’t want the things that he wanted.
I wasn’t ready for a future
before I had even experienced what it was like to live in the present.
But his gripping and persistent tug kept trying to rip me away from my stem.
“Just let go. You love him,” a voice in my mind would say.
But I fought against the wind
because if he loved me like I loved him
he wouldn’t be the wind.
He’d be the stem; the thing keeping me from falling.
So I never let go.
I never caved to the wind.
it stopped roaring
and I let go of my stem all on my own
and I was independent in how I wanted to live.
I could travel and discover new parts of the world that I didn’t even know about before.
I was a brand new person without him holding me back
and every once in a while
he’ll get a postcard from me
to show him