From Now On
From Heartbreak to Freedom: One Year Later.
From now on, nothing has to do with you.
From now on, the things I remember from a year ago won’t have you in them.
From now on, the things I love will belong to me again.
From now on, the things that had meaning one year ago with you in it, will no longer have you in them.
As one year ago will no longer hold you after today…
Last night, I went back to the place where it all broke down…
To Winter Wonderland where you let go of my hand…
For a year, every day, every memory, every event carried your shadow.
Every “last year at this time” brought you back to me.
But from now on, there’s nothing left to tie you to the present.
Last night was the final thread, and I untangled it…
Each time I re-did something we shared… something I love… I reclaimed a little piece of myself.
From now on, the art fairs, the events, the birthdays, the holidays, the Christmas tree decorations, the Christmas lights, the traditions I hold close to my heart will no longer be about “us.”
They’ll be mine.
I’m looking forward to this new year… a year where “last year at this time” won’t remind me of you.
It won’t have you…
A year where the things I do hold only me and the people who love me.
A year where I build new memories that are mine, free of you.
Because from now on, I’m free.
Free to rewrite the story.
Free to be me… The me I put together piece by piece after the mess you made. The me I glued myself into again to become this better version of me, the version of me who no longer knows you…
Free to live the life I’ve been building piece by piece, moment by moment.
I’m no longer carrying the weight of “us” into what’s next.
I’ve been filling my days with new memories, not to erase you but to remind myself that I was always enough on my own.
The things I love were never yours to take… My heart, the way I love was never yours to break or question… They were mine all along.
And as the lights shine brighter this December, so do I.
One year from now, I won’t be saying, “One year ago today, you let my hand go and broke my heart.”
One year from now, I’ll be saying, “One year ago, I gave myself the December I deserved.”
Last year, you took December away from me. This year, it is mine.
Here’s to a new year, a new chapter, and a love that feels like coming home…
