Relief

It's one of the best feelings to come out on the other side of the crush, to weather the storm of my emotions and allow reason to rule for once. Like a long hot fever finally breaking, a breath of relief comes over me. I am no longer your slave. Suddenly my cheecks don't burn at the mere utter of his name or the curve of his long-studied lips stop producing those butterflies in my stomach. I get up and brush my skirt with one swift motion, hold my head high, and leave the room. It's good to be free.