You left me on a Sunday night. A week and two days later, I realized that for the first time in over two years, I broke a Sunday ritual of loneliness.
Every Sunday morning, for longer than I can remember, I have navigated my way over to PostSecret to share in the sadness and happiness of others. This morning, frightened by a fleeting moment of isolation, I made my way back there.
As I made the brief journey, I realized that never, in the past week or so, had it occurred to me to seek this desperate moment of human connection. The weekly ritual I've relied on to make it through so many weeks past is gone. Somehow, with you, I'd always felt just as alone as I didn't think I was. Now that you're gone, I'm free.
Now that you're gone, I know I'll never have to settle for being alone.
