The time has come. It’s time to let go.
I have been moving in this direction for a while now.
Turning over stones, examining dark corners, and digging deep.
Peeling away the layers that have wrapped themselves around my heart.
I have been remembering.
And I have put the many wonderful memories in a good place.
There is no lingering sadness, anger or resentment.
Only understanding, compassion, and acceptance.
I have been feeling. Despair and pain. Hurt and betrayal. Lost and alone.
And then joy and peace and gratitude.
For everything in life is either a lesson, a blessing, or a gift.
This was a gift.
It gave me back myself. It showed me I could open my heart all the way.
I could love with every part of my being.
And that I can still grow and learn and believe.
I’ve learned the difference between letting go and holding on. I choose to let go.
Because letting go is the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Letting go is opening a door, and clearing a path and setting myself free.
And so I hugged him, told him I had loved him with all my heart, and then I let him go.