I and Myself

(This is a story)

Myself left me, and I was happy for her.

We had been arguing for all our life.
I wanted to be a good girl, a good daughter, so I listened to my parents and did what they wanted.
I had always known she is not happy.
I had a fight with myself on the day I decided to be whom my parents wanted me to be.
I abandoned myself.
I did it to her first.

We were both heartbroken.
I was a coward.
I couldn't find my voice and my strength.
I was content that myself had always been by my side and kept my consciousness for me.
But she was about to have enough of that, and I didn't notice that.
I didn't.

We were both lost.
I couldn't find my way ahead, and she couldn't find her way to be away from me.
I pulled, and pushed, and dragged her to follow my steps.
I was on the wrong way, and so was she.
I and myself were both heading the wrong way, and we both knew it.
We were lost.

And it came the day.
I woke up, and myself was not there anymore.
I saw not myself in the mirror.
I saw not myself in the reflection.
Myself had left me, finally.
I was down, but I felt happy for myself.
Myself was free, at least, finally.