There will always be something missing.. someone missing. I will

There will always be something missing.. someone missing.
I will always feel that this isn’t whole or will ever be again.
My feelings will never be the same anymore.. they will not have the same radiance as before.
But I will learn to live with that, to cope with it..
because somewhere out there you’re living the way you always longed to live.
Somewhere out there you’re finally the person you wished to be.
You finally exiled who people thought you were, or wanted you to be.
And that alone makes me filled with happiness.