I only wish that I could write this well...

The following is not my work - I ran across it on another site, where the author prefers to remain anonymous:

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How do you let go?

When you're convinced beyond anything else you've ever known that you've met The One, and suddenly, like that, they're gone...

How do you let go?

You just do.

You close your eyes one last time and fall. With the same faith and trust you gave to holding on, you let go. When you open your eyes, you realize that you're not falling, you're not floating, you are in fact standing. Standing tall and proud, yourself again.

You start to ask yourself the same questions, only this time, you hear them honestly. We loved each other like no one before, how can he/she just walk away? You begin to hear the truth that has been laying inside of the question the entire time... you didn't. He/She didn't. It wasn't.

IF the two of you truly loved this way, it would not have ended. It did. And murder/suicide love, while sexy, is not love at all.

I love you, it's over. I'll never forget you, I can not be near you, it's over. There will never be another, I love you more than you'll ever know, it's over.

None of this makes sense, it never did. It left you confused and holding on. It was suppose to do exactly that.

And you fell for it. Not to worry, we all do, at least once.

Then suddenly, it hits you. This need of you, this obsession with you, this overwhelming desire to possess every part of you that he/she always told you about... had nothing to do with you. Nope. You didn't even need to be there. If not you, it would have been someone else.

Because this person who sold you the moon and forever wrapped tightly (too tight) in angels and unicorns, is obsessed, needs to possess. This is just who this person is. They use words like: fate, destiny, kismet, "meant to be", if this were true, why was it such a struggle to remain? To be inside of? Why did it hurt more times than it felt good? Why did it always seem better after a fight? A split?

And your relationship wasn't really a lie, but it was hardly the truth.

Because you did love. You were honest. You gave all until there was no more give. When you got to the end of your rope, instead of just letting go, you tied a knot to hold onto... you hoped. You loved.

It's ok to untie that knot now. It's ok to let go. With this liberation, so too, goes the hurt.

Then, you forgive.

You must. Because in the end, you are free... they are not. They will have this "destiny" they seek. They are destined to repeat this over and over again. Because this is all they know. Because no matter how much you gave, how much you tried to make them see that real love does exist and romantic "kill me now" love is only skin deep, still, their eyes remain shut tight. While you walk away, they are stuck there within themselves, ever more.

So you forgive. With an open and honest heart, you forgive one last time.

You miss your friend, you always will. But the hurt is gone.

You let go.