"I need a change of air" I said and got on the plane. I was convinced that putting distance between us would help understand what I was feeling and the confusion would, somewhat,start making sense;that I would get strength because you weren't around anymore to make me feel weak. Little did I know that distance meant nothing, because the weakness, the fears and doubts, and the confusion are a part of me, not you. You were just the detonator, once again. I realize now that it is me that have to love me, support me, understand me. Letting go is hard, but having the faith that it will all come together as it should is what will keep me going. One step at a time.
















