I find it humbling to see the things that used to be the core of every heart-wrenching unanswered prayers become the very foundations of every thing that finally now makes sense. I have waited so long for things to finally fall into their proper and respective places. Somehow, I now understand.
Whatever it was that held you so far up the gilded pedestal is now lost to seas unknown of memories and lost dreams alike. The rose-stained glasses that caged me to blind adoration has shattered and I am seeing life anew. Now, I realize that you're nothing ethereal but just a mere name I once knew and remembered I loved.
Gone and forgotten are the knowledge and the emotions that once rendered you justifiably perfect. And what's left is just a boy. I remember the struggle of desperately wanting to be where I am now. There's no need to fight now. Blessed gift of time, I have forgotten.
To the prince who turned into a pumpkin, this ode carries with it the last remembrance of you.
I am completely and truly free.
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