There’s a place between anger and love.

There’s a place between giving up and hope.

There’s a place between hurt and peace.

There’s a place between sadness and pride.

I’m in that in between now. There will always be a place for you in my heart, even if there isn’t one in my days.

There’s no anger. There’s no bitterness. There’s no spite.

There is still joy, even in the loss.

I don’t think I’ve ever loved and lost and wished them well and meant it.

But I wish you that. I wish you well. I always have, and I always will.

This post is not about you.