Today is the anniversary of the day.
The day I sat in front of my laptop, weeping.
The day I felt you slip from my fingers.
The day I rubbed my eyes until they itched relentlessly, warm and raw.
The day I realized I'd never truly call you my "husband," no matter how much I believed my heart and soul to be yours.
The day you said to me, "I realize I haven't made you a priority these past few weeks, and I should have... but it's never going to be better than how it is now for you. There will always be someone else."
The day I realized everyone else had been right all these years.
The day I knew that my conscious decision to disbelieve their warnings had cost me my heart.
Today is the anniversary of the day.
The day I began to reclaim what it was like to be "Jess" sans anyone else's opionion, tagline, or possession.
The day I began to learn to smile again, to smile so hard that my dimples ached and my cheeks turned red.
The day I began to accept compliments from other men, and to realize I was worth their words and more.
The day I remembered what it was like to truly put my faith in God, that he would provide for me-- not you.
The day I got my groove back, my life back, and my heart back, though a little bruised and torn.
To you, I have only one thing to say in remembrance of this day:
Thank you.
