Choosing

On the first Wednesday of June, 2022, the summer rain poured, attempting to comfort the inconsolable pit in my stomach. Goodbye declared, choice made. I took back the largest permanent room in my world. The sudden emptiness feels intoxicating and excruciating. Emotional labor is replaced with light and possibility. Who am I without this person? What story do I want to write going forward? Painful and courageous, in the game of choosing, I stood behind my own name. I pointed my finger and said aloud, I choose her. I choose her. I will choose her, always.