2 years and goodbye

The weather is prosaic.
Dark clouds, with bright sunshine breaking through.
Blustery winds.
On again off again rain showers.
Dampness in the air.

2 years is a long time.
A long time to keep opening up and revealing yourself.
Time and again.
A long time to spend with someone and never really know them.

2 years is a long time to prepare for an ending that you can't really prepare for. It's a long time to have a safety net; how do you prepare for that safety net to disappear overnight?

I sought counselling because I was grieving, angry, and mentally unwell.
2 years later the only part that doesn't remain is the grieving part. Not in the ever present way it did back then.
It's taken 2 years to realise I can't be fixed and be made "whole" and "perfect" the way I so desperately desire.
Knowing that and not desiring it are  as different as fire and water.

Hours of ranting and raging, crying and laughing.
Hours of my life, gone.
Hours of who I was, who I am and who I could be.
Hours that have set me up for this next step; the step after the ending.

What is my life going to be without you?
I'm taking this next step and I know I'll want to tell you. 
And you won't be there for me to tell. 

2 years is a long time to be saying goodbye.