He returned home for Spring Break, and on the same day, I gave up my key. I shouldn't say that I gave up my key, but rather that I lost my key. I placed my key in the pocket of a stranger's jacket identical to mine while I was out with friends. I was horrified. I told my ex about the situation and he was just as upset as I was.
I don't know why I cried. I don't know why I thought my life was over. I mean, it's just a key, right? Its just a lonely key engraved with a single word. I quit my crying and I quit my suffering. I had my strength, and I embraced every moment of it. During this time apart from my man, I learned so much about myself. I learned that distance does not dictate love, as well as the fact that love is not dictated by distance. My strength was not in the key, but rather within me. I overcame fights and tears to realize that the strength I needed was not the strength he could give me, but rather the strength I could give myself. It was time to let go of the physical reminder, and start paying attention to the real thing. Strength comes from within, and I guess this key is what unlocked it.