I didn't even realize I was holding my breath.

I'm picturing stepping out the car, and talking to myself and when we are done talking we hug, the old version moves off the road and waves goodbye with tears in her eyes.

As I drive off, I look at the side mirror and see her reflection, but I don't feel this heaviness in my chest anymore, instead I feel hopeful.

Eventually she becomes a distant memory, a part of me I'd remember on a hot afternoon and smile, before I get up to take a cold shower.