Surrendering the Daydream

I am setting down the heavy weight. The loop of exhaustion ends here. This space between us has ceased to be healthy, a quiet erosion of who I am. The lingering attachment, the phantom warmth— I am actively pushing it from my hands. For months, I stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the doors that slammed shut, interrogating the past like a crime scene. Where did we go wrong? What if the sequence of events changed? Could a different word have saved us? I am done asking questions that have no answers. God has been waiting at the end of a new corridor, holding open doors of purpose, but I was too busy looking backward, blinded by the "you and I" I manufactured in my head. I strayed from my own path. I traded my foundation for a daydream. So, I surrender the blueprint of us. I hand over the fragments, the hope, and the ache, placing it all directly into the hands of the Lord. I am returning to the source that sustains me, rebuilding the relationship I neglected while chasing you. I will still build the life I promised myself. I will climb every mountain I said I would climb. Only now, there will be no broadcast. You will not hear the echo of my steps. I will not look back to see if you are watching. I am making peace with the silence. I am making peace with everything that isn't anymore. It is time to move forward, to claim the life that has been waiting for me since the moment I should have walked away.