The Final Release

Dear Delyara, I am done. Not "done" as in giving up, but "done" as in finished. I have carried this resentment until my hands turned blue from the cold. Tonight, I am letting it go. I wrote the final sentence of my struggle. I watched the ink dry and I felt the last cord snap. I am free. I don't need an apology from you to be happy. I don't need the world to change for me to be at peace. I have found the sanctuary inside myself.