How To Let Go Of Her Novels & Stories

I just snub her and rolled my eyes. What's the point of fighting for love? If you only fight alone? Arice Point of View I saw Aeroll eyes rolling, then she leans again. I just look away while she continues on talking. " Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone, Arice. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself. " She said seriously. But Aeroll is right! I agree with her because letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.

she muttered, cheeks warming. My smile slipped into something softer. “Ella… we don’t have to tell anyone anything right now. We don’t have to figure out what this is yet.” She nodded slowly. I tried again. “We can stay married until things calm down. Or until you want out. No pressure.” “No pressure,” she repeated quietly. “Ella,” I added, voice lower, “I won’t touch you without your permission. Ever.” Her head snapped up. “I didn’t think you would.”

She asked. “Nothing,” I replied and looked out the window. “Jason, all I can say is, you need to let it go. You need to let her go.” She said and walked out the door. I looked at her retreating back as she walked out. Her words were ringing in my head. How can I let it go? How can I let her go? I can’t. It is nearly impossible for me to let anything go.

Eileen asked. “The problem is that I know the reason why he wanted to leave and I can’t compete with that person.” She sighed. “ Then let go, letting someone go doesn’t mean leaving them but just letting them do what they want to do. Letting them go can also help you lessen the pain.” Eileen looked at her and Tracey smiled. Eileen lets her rest in her room for a while so she can think what she will do about it because she knows that giving her options can help her.

she mused, voice scratchy from crying, "Hate that you can do this to me without even trying so hard. I feel like I'm losing my connection with Carter and that's all because of you. All because we are now somehow connected." I sighed, brushing a tendril of her beautiful fiery hair away from her face, "You have to learn to let go of the past." "It's easy for you to say, you didn't have a mate before me," she scowled, retreating from my hold and standing to her feet.

I chuckle at the way she phrases that, because no… I fucking can’t. Letting her go feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It goes against every screaming cell in my body. I can’t let her go, no… But I will. Gently, I loosen my hold, stepping back as if distance could cool the fire that rages inside. I turn away, giving us both space, letting the cool air of the room replace the heat that radiates off her. My back is to her now, a silent barrier as I fight to reclaim the man from the beast.

"But she's been missing you." "Why can't you let go of your hatred, Damien?" she whispered, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I took a step back, trying to create distance between us. "I have tried," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not that simple." "It is that simple," she said, taking my hands in hers. "You just have to let go." "You could start over, with me, Carlos, Max, Rose, your father, my mother, and Hazel," she said, her voice barely audible.

She says looking to me for an answer. “You’re one of the most strong, smart and beautiful women I know. There’s nothing you can’t do, you just need to allow yourself to see life beyond this.” I say and she full on cries. “The best gift you can give yourself is to let go. Holding on to me is not serving you in any way.” I say hoping she chooses to let go, I did and I’m happy. “Were you always this wise?” She asks laughing through her tears. “I had to grow up, a divorce can do that to you.” I say and she laughs.

the thought of her hating me broke a sharp pain to me. "Quan". Peace called out, "I'm here". I replied, "It's been a longtime quan, you have to let her go ". Peace words seem like a pled. "I can't ". I murmured, "You know how it took me several years to let go of her, and now I've found her, I can't just let her go like that". I spoke stubbornly. Peace hissed softly over the phone, "She has a family now, maybe that's why she is pretending not to know you ". What peace said might be right, but I don't care.

But Grace had never been willing to acknowledge them. Since that was the case, why continue clinging to this? Letting go was the greatest respect she could offer. “So, Mom, let’s set each other free.”