Ten Years

Ten years.
Ten years to become happy with myself.
No more waiting and wondering.
No more eggshells to cross.
Time for me to discover.
Time for me to grow.
A process of becoming,
starting with undone.
Unraveling the mystery.
Sorting through our history.
There was good in all the bad
and bad in some of the good.
No regrets.
Our love was a process.
Learning. Growing. Changing.
Memories I now carry
solemn reminders of what can be great
and what should be avoided.
Ten years is a long time to be with.
And a long time to be without.

A new adventure awaits.