I can finally say…

I can finally say that I am…

Happy. 

Peaceful. 

Its quiet. 

So quiet, I can finally hear my thoughts, 

dreams, 

wishes, 

wants, 

and

hopes. 

Imagine that. 

All it took was 15 pages of paper. 

My signature.

A courtoom. 

Judge. 

Me. 

And then her. 

That was it.

Really?

That was it? Thats all?

Why didnt I think of this sooner?

Restraining orders a blessing in disguise. 

Maybe, just maybe I can finally start moving forward. Just maybe. Can it be possible?

Am I capable of living a normal life? 

Whats normal? 

I dont know. All I know is I am…

Comfortable.

Happy. 

Amazing.