Adapting

I'm adapting to this new life.

You left me a few months ago, saying you needed time to think, time to understand the true you. To know what you really want.

I can't blame you. You weren't expecting that. Me. Us. The way we felt. The way we loved. Intense.

I admit I miss it. I miss you.

But I need to understand that you aren't here anymore. I have to adapt myself to this new life. But this "new life" was my old life before you. 

There is a music that says  "My love, I've always been alone. I never cared until I met you." and this is my truth now. You changed everything.

Now I try to not think about you.

I'm not capable.

But I'm adapting.