Sun

There was an easiness to him. A sort of calmness. It was easy to fall in tune with who he was. Easy to lose yourself too in the blinding brightness of his light. You never knew when you made him the center of your world but you knew you could not walk away from the pull. That's the thing, isn't it? Not being able to walk away because somehow you convinced yourself life just wouldn't mean anything if you did. So you stay, even as time goes and life changes and he changes, you remain the same. Stuck in the world you both created. And then somehow, by some miracle, you free yourself and you see things for what they are. You realize you became dependent on him for happiness and a chance to feel something. Maybe it was because he was no longer shining his light on you but on someone else and you stayed in the shadows, his not-so-warm side.

I don't miss them. I just miss who I thought they were.