One day I finally stopped expecting them to come.
I stopped wanting them there.
Stopped longing for them to come and see.
Because I knew they weren’t coming.
They’d never come before so why would they come now.
So I stopped believing they would come.
I stopped looking for them out in the audience.
It’s the best thing I could have ever done.
Because I am no longer sad because they couldn’t make it.
I don’t even care anymore.
So I can celebrate.
I can be happy.
And all because I finally stopped longing for them to be there.
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Categories: flash fiction