Remember Me?

PENELOPE LANE GRACE

I flipped through my diary, and my memories came back.

I didn't want to be queen, I didn't want to rule an empire, I didn't want to be Mrs Smith. I wanted to be me.

To feel free and to be free, I don't want to be tied up in love with something that is slowly devouring me and killing me.

I have myself, and I am myself in whole. I feel so alive again. I picked up my phone and texted Evans.

"I remember now, I've been wanting to tell you this, but never got to. I'm sorry, this isn't what things should be like. We both deserve better."

Sent.

I felt as if a huge rock has been lifted off my chest. I remember now. I remember me, now.

"I always knew, it just never felt the same. I guess this is the end."

Somehow, the sadness in his reply didn't bother me at all. I am free now. I no longer need to hide my glow for someone else's happiness.

Because I am me.

And I remember me now.