Lately I’ve been feeling this give-up-in-a-good-way-feeling. Moving on is now something new. I started out feeling sore and frustrated. God damn my desperation. I opened my eyes and realized it was almost 1 AM and I was drooling on his pillow. Pull on shoes. He was sitting at the computer, the only source of light. And I knew it wasnt about me anymore. I waited ten more minutes. I stood there, both of us laughing, my voice scratchy as i tried to say "oh my." And then i knew this was it. I could nudge him and say "Open the gate, I want to go home.". And I did. -Amanda