"I suppose in my mind it always goes smoother" she said. "I can't even hear my footsteps fall with every step, I just glide along." There was a simple sense of pleasure she plucked from the strands that had separated her from you. No more of that quiet longing or incessant wondering. It wasn't in the cards she wants to tell you  somehow you traipsed out of her heart with the same gentle grace that you eased yourself in. One day you were there with her and then you were not and she felt nothing in between the folds of then and now.... a little lighthearted, sure, but she had been waiting to feel lighter for such a long time now...