the last balloon.

i did it.

i let it go.

the last balloon.

for good.

for ever.

for always.

it floated away,

and took a piece of me with it,

and i cried.

i woke up this morning feeling weird.

weird in a way i've never felt before.

like i wasn't sure if it had happened,

if it was real.

like i didn't know if in a month or two or six or eight,

we'd talk again,

and we'd fall back into it.

in a strange way, its like a weight was lifted.

like my whole body was sighing "finally."

i was relieved, but sad.

i was smiling, but my cheeks were wet.

i've had a pit in my stomach all day,

because it IS real.

it did happen.

and mostly because, it was mutual.

i said it, and he agreed,

he re-said it,

and i nodded yes.

it ended with a "see you soon" 

and it was over.

i opened my fingers,

and let the balloon go.