I turned and walked away then, taking the stairs to the second floor, back to my life, leaving the past, and the ring, behind on the windowsill where David had. I wasn’t sure anymore what tomorrow would bring, or if I’d ever talk to him again the way we had on the stairs just now, but one thing I did know was that his absence from my life would no longer make or break me. I didn’t need him anymore to know who I was. I didn’t need him anymore to be okay. I was finally free. Finally, just me.