Can you believe that I saw this sky with you? Who knew that our ending would be so beautiful? We met in this city, we dated in this city, and we ended in this city. This whole town reeks of you. Our memory is stained in these waters. The wind practically breathes your name. And though it hurt, and though I was angry, and though it is wrong, I felt relief when we broke up. I felt a surge of joy.

It is over, I can move on.

It was such a pretty day.