When I was younger I got the strange idea that I was Wonder Woman. So if I was Wonder Woman I should
be able to fly, right? I figured if I could fly and not have anyone waiting to catch me at the bottom I would finally know what true freedom was. No mom, no school, no Burg, no me. I was the product of my own mind and when I finally realized that I slowly died on the inside. I grew up, I got married, became divorced, and every time this would happen a part of me would die some more. People always criticized me for everything, one of the worst things when I was younger I must say was when people would compare me to other people. I was never good enough. No one knew my silent battles, my tears at night. Nothing, and when I realized that people only saw what they wanted to see, I gave up. I knew I would no longer be able to fly. And as I sit here in this room, at this desk, and write with this pen, I realize it was you holding me down too. I want to fly again, I want to be able to fly, and I want for both of us to have the happiness we never got. I love you Joe Morelli, but you deserve someone who already knows how to fly.
Good-bye,
Stephanie
Sigh, and they say parting is such sweet sorrow, I wonder why. Maybe those people just didn't know how to do it right, because I sure as hell feel as though the weight has been lifted. I open my window and look out into the parking lot, breath in, and know that I'm finally flying.