On letting go.
Some vaults are better left locked. Some bridges are better burnt. Some people are better left as an idea than a reality.
Sometimes it’s better to roll out of bed and roll away from them. Sometimes you need to pick up those memories scattered across your bedroom floor and place them in a long-forgotten drawer. Sometimes it’s healthier to leave a full stop rather than continuing indefinitely.
And it will hurt. It will most go against every last gripping sinew, but you still have to just let go. The problem isn’t with them, but with you; you created mountains out of spider webs and you buried all your treasure in a graveyard.
So put away Saturday evenings driving though diamond lit cities and forget smoky laughs. Forget dancing around the kitchen and film-stained grins. Put them away out of reach until you can one day open that box without losing your heart to the floor.
But let them know that you love them. Let them know that they are more wonderful, more precious, than the world itself. Let them know that you will always be there, dusk or dawn. Let them know that you are going to be back, but just not now.
Say that you will miss every passing clock tick, but you will be with them soon.
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