you open your mouth to say 'that's great.' and you actually do mean it, although something in you broke a little upon hearing the words you selfishly dreaded to hear.
perhaps this is the final act of letting go, on what could have been, but never was.
except for perhaps one moment in time when all was at a standstill and you were given a gift you didnt know how to treasure only because you still could not believe that it was given outside your dreams.