I saw this on tumblr. It spoke to me.
If I say a hearty yes it will mean embarking on a journey without your warm hand in mine in a city I knew but one that is familiar no longer. It will mean turning a blind eye as you move on and lock all our happy moments in a box inside my head, all mine to keep, all mine to open on days I miss you just a little too much and smile, thinking about how happy I was with you.
Saying yes entails a new self actualization process, finding myself all over again without your voice in my head telling me it's all worth it in the end. Saying yes means I admit to being on the path of getting over you and I don't know if I'm prepared.
My adventures always handed you the largest role out of anyone else I loved and now I must leave with just your memory, a faint aura of your loveliness, a slight heartache when I find a trace of your handwriting on a piece of paper in the corner of a drawer or a letter from you thrust into the suitcase under my bed. I'll smile at our photographs, knowing we had something beautiful. But for now, I must leave. To embark on my adventure with a hearty yes.