Before I Let Go 소설 & 이야기

"I'm not letting go. I'm never letting go." Not anymore. Never.

Damn it. "Yeah, I should have let it go, and moved on," I said to her so softly I barely recognized my voice. "But I can't. You want to know why?" Again, she couldn't respond. With a sad smile, I said, "Because I still love you, and letting you go was the hardest thing for me to do." And I did the stupidest thing. I kissed her.

But I didn’t want to go through with it. Keith didn’t answer right away, just watching me in silence. I sighed. "Then I’ll talk to my mom—" Before I could finish, he tugged me down onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. His hold was tight. Too tight. Lately, every time this topic came up, this was how he responded—just holding me like this, as if it could make everything else disappear. "Let’s wait until the lockdown is over, Teresa. We don’t have to rush this, right?"

“Evelyn, I’m going back to Westbridge. “Because of me, you lost four years of your life. And because of me, you were taken hostage today. I don’t have the face to appear in front of you anymore. “Actually, I knew long ago that you would never forgive me. I just refused to believe it.” He looked at Evelyn leaning in Julian’s arms, completely trusting and relying on him, and gave a bleak smile. “Now that you’ve found your own happiness, it’s time for me to… let go.” The last few words came out with immense difficulty. There was no pain greater than wishing the woman he loved a lifetime of happiness with someone else. “Mason, let the past stay in the past. No matter what, thank you.” In the mom

"Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny." ~Steve Maraboli . Flashback... "From the very beginning," Kemi said without hesitation and I stared unbelievably at her, she may have been cool and calm, but something told me she was enjoying having me expose my past to her.

I begin. Then I stop. Gosh, I felt so relieved, I usually see people do these things with their partners and I wished to see how it feels and God, it’s so fulfilling My shoulders relax before I can stop them. “Hm,” I murmur. Then, firmer, “Let me go.” Yes, because I can’t afford to get used to it. He does. I leave without looking back. But I know he’s smiling. And I hate that part of me understands why.

"So you are really giving up on him?" “I am not giving up," I corrected gently. "I am letting go. There is a difference. Giving up means I still want it but I'm too tired to fight. Letting go means I finally understand it was never meant to be mine in the first place." "That sounds sad," Nyra whispered.

And then the world started to fade. And I let go...

Saying that, I turned around and took steps away to leave. From behind I heard him speak and his words were too deep for me to understand. "Letting go is a concession I don't make. If it's mine, it's held. I only believe in claiming."