When you wake up in your bed
with someone other then the last person you loved,
the morning is both terrifying and incredibly freeing.
Their spot has physically been filled
and mentally there is no going back.
Its over and I am so very happy it is.
A new pair set of eyes looks me over
but it isn’t love, it may never be, but its important.
Simply because it isn’t you.
(via ur-a-dick-blog)