Letting go is always hard and I have always cared. But caring doesn’t make a relationship right or good. This has been a bad relationship. And it is over. I feel foolish now. But it will all work out in the end.
Maybe this is why I needed to come home this summer. I needed to face this mess of me and you. I needed to move on and let go in the place where it all began. If the main lesson from returning home was so that I could face you and how pathetic I’ve been, then I supposed I am happy to be here in this moment for that reason alone. It took me too long to get to this point. I’m sure I’ll have a battle to fight these next couple weeks against my own human desires but I am going to win that repetitious, internal battle for the last time.
This time, letting go is accepting what I don’t know
About the wars of the past, worries of the present, and good of the future.
This time, letting go is trusting that the remains of these battlegrounds
Will someday be just a memory of a woman stronger than you will ever know.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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