Eggshells

by Parm K.C.

when I left him, I thought I was saying goodbye to the love of my life. I was wrong. I was saying goodbye to sleepless nights, weeping atop silky pillows, leaving them mascara-stained and exhausted under the weight of my head full of sorrow. I was saying goodbye to uncertainty – a heart stuck on an agonizing loop, asking the universe why he doesn’t love me. I was saying goodbye to an empty future filled with hot air and fruitless promises. I was saying goodbye to everything I needed to shed, and saying hello to me.