The Bridge Turned to Ash

So I know I've advertised this as a happy uplifting entertaining blog...but tonight is a post for deep thoughts.
My whole life I've been afraid to let go of things, people, and relationships. I hate saying goodbye, I hate being angry, I hate making decisions, and I hate it when people are mad at me. These reasons are why it has taken me so many long and testing trials to let go of the thing I needed out of my life most.
It's scary. When someone has been your best friend for your whole adoloescent life, when someone knows you better than anyone in the world, and when you have shared some of your deepest secrets and thoughts, greatest memories, and happiest moments with that someone, it's scary to let them go.
I know I'm kind of like the boy (or girl) who cried wolf (or "I'm finally letting go"), but this time it's real. Althouh I may have let go and walked away in the past, I have always left a bridge to be crossed in case minds were changed. But this time I set fire to the bridge. My eyes welled up, as I watched it burn, but then I felt a new strength in myself as I watched the flames turn to embers, the embers to ash, and the bridge collapse.
There's no way to get back to that place anymore. Even if I want to, I can't. The bridge has crumbled. There's nothing there. Now it's just me. With a toxic river with no crossing behind me. And sunshine, green grass, and a hope for new, better happiness and greater memories in my path.
So here I am. Just me. No bridges, no tears.
Just me :)