Letting her go wasn’t something I ever thought I’d have to do, but life had other plans. Sometimes, love just isn’t enough to hold things together when everything else is pulling you apart.
It’s strange how empty it feels, like a piece of me has been ripped away, and yet I know deep down it was the right thing to do. Maybe we were meant to cross paths to teach each other something and then go our separate ways. Still, the ache is real.
Have you ever had to let someone go, even though your heart screamed to hold on? How do you heal when the memories won’t let you move on?