Imagine letting go of someone that you love and that you’re still completely in love with. Everyone talks about it like it’s simple. Unfurl your fingers, one at a time, until your hand and your heart are completely open. What if your hand has been clenched for over a thousand days though? The heart isn’t faring much better. It still aches every day. It’s easier said than done, but is time to open it and see what happens with someone new? Chances are that it could be a fucking car crash. Only one way to find out though, I guess.
I chose her and she chose me. Would l continue to choose her, over and over and over, forever more? Without a second of thinking about it, without doubt, in a fucking heartbeat. I’d keep choosing her. It’s not my choice any more though.
Things will be missed, of course they will.
The way that she would always take one of my eyelashes that had fallen out, blow it away and make a wish. I hope all of her dreams came/come true.
The way that she invents words of her own.
The way that her left foot goes crazy when she’s mad. She knows that I know she does it and it makes her smile, although she’d never admit it.
Crying in front of her for the first time and being told that it was okay.
She never needed to ask to be the little spoon, it was mutually understood.
The way that she claps her hands at the tiniest little thing is fucking adorable. I should have told her that.
The way that she says yes, and the way that she says no.
How she giggles. She should be playing to Madison Square Garden, purely with that laugh. She’d sell the place out.
She can tell me to fuck off and it’s one of the cutest things ever.
Have you ever had a hug from someone so good that it feels like they think that it might be the last time that they ever hold you? She has it nailed.
When you’re singing in the shower and she tells you how much she loves it because it’s like you’re on stage at Wembley Stadium.
When she tucks her hair behind her ear and she doesn’t even notice that you notice. Heart melting stuff every time.
When she places her hands on her hips and grins. Frightening. She could ask me to do pretty much anything and I would.
She can be grumpy, but you drop an eyebrow in her direction and she smiles. All is right in the world once more.
The way that she turns her head, smiles, bites her lip and looks in my eyes. I’d crawl across broken glass for that one more time.
You’re lucky if you meet that rare man or woman that you have come across in your life for who you believe that the extra effort is worthwhile. Her? Oh, yes.
You can meet someone who’s just right for you, Maybe, just maybe though, they’re not meant for you. So you break up, you lose them, you lose some or all of your feelings, chances are that you might never feel the same again. You should stop questioning why though, shouldn’t you? Suck it up, just accept it and move on? Good luck.
Do you ever fall out of love with somebody? Perhaps you just let go and move on, although there is an incredible difference between letting go and giving up. Am I finally letting go? Am I finally giving up? Sometimes all you can do is shrug. If you don’t know, how can anyone else know?
When you’re not with someone, is it likely that you’ll meet someone else? Maybe it’s the best thing to meet someone new. Maybe it’s the worst idea ever for you. Is it unfair on that new person if you want them to have similar qualities or traits than the person that’s just left you behind? Absofuckinglutely, no one new needs that pressure.
Sometimes, a simple hello can turn into a beautiful, potentially life changing moment. You need to open yourself up to it first though, right? Are you ready, will you ever know? If it’s meant to be, you’ll know. Your heart will beat a lot faster when that message hits your phone or when you hear the sound of their voice.
What if that new person is the song that you can’t get out of your head, no matter how hard you try? Is that better or worse than the one person in your life that you miss?
Breathe. Let go. Once again, good luck.
If you didn’t love them, this never could have happened. Accepting that love and everything that follows is part of letting it go.
When I say I’m going to forget you, I know, and you know that it’s impossible to forget someone I once knew. Someone that I once loved. Do I still? Head and heart fighting again probably. Do I need a girl like you? Is that even possible? I guess we’ll find out.