Fireflies

For the first time in three years, Kip and I were in the library where we first met, and the library where we fell apart. For the first time in three years, I walked past him, and I felt nothing. And for the first time in three years, I was able to walk into that very library, and the first memory that pops into my head, wasn't of him.

And I'm grateful. Because I've finally broken free.