It comes with the feeling of suddenly being alone.
You look around, thrilled to find yourself with newfound freedom, and your spirit bursts forth in a fury of wild dancing and singing at the top of your lungs.
With one fell swoop you bound across and over the couch, gliding through intricate maneuvers you would never have the confidence to accomplish were someone looking.
Your heart is becoming what it is when no one is looking, and when pain is absent. The contrast startles you into being okay.
Until you have been alone too long. Quiet moments come, and you realize the emptiness. There's no dancing away from it. You realize it's not freedom, it's your soul reaching out to the heavens, trying to find just one bright spot in the darkness.
He's not there anymore. And it's not freedom, it's your soul trying to fill the void.
