My old life ended with rain; it washed away during the night. The moon was shining milky white and it lasted until I was ready to begin anew. I woke up in my old life but it was now different. My new life started with sunshine; a bright obelisk assuring me that it was time - it had ended. Bittersweet is the only way to describe the feeling: I’m sad it had to end, but I’m excited for what comes next. We both knew it was goodbye, and it was beautiful to part with such perfection.