Not A Sad Story

Once upon a time,

You were the stubborn pumping of this aching heart.

When I would dismantle myself to put you back together again.

And I did.

But this isn't a sad story.

Once upon a time, I wanted to have with you, what the stars share with the sky.

Then life happened

and in the poetic fashion that all tragedies bear,

 it tore me down to ribbons

while I watched it dance in the wind.

But this isn't a sad story.

Everytime I oscillated between

 feeling complete inside to completely empty and then whole again

I knew,maybe for the first time, 

what pure, unadulterated love felt like

Everytime I saw you brave uncharted territories 

with your head held firm yet high

I knew, maybe for the first time, 

what pride felt like.

Everytime I held your hand when you gave me reasons to walk away

I knew, maybe for the first time

what commitment felt like

And the only time, I willingly told you to go to another,

only so you could potentially find your happiness

I knew, maybe for the first time, 

what sacrifice felt like

This is not a sad ending.

So what if it isn't a happy one either.