Letting Go After 99 Letdowns Novels & Stories

So he really never loved me. A few drops landed on the screen. I turned off my phone and sat in the dark until late night. Countdown: three hours. I finished packing everything. Countdown: two hours. I cut him out of every photo. The album only had me left. Countdown: one hour. I laid the dissolution agreement neatly on the table. I thought about leaving some words for him. Changed my mind. I could only say it in my heart: "Damon, I loved you for ten years. Loving someone for ten years is hard. But I finally chose to let go."

Now, she knew that truly letting go meant leaving no leeway and giving herself no way out to turn around and try again. After five minutes of typing and deleting, only three simple yet heavy lines remained in the message bar. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble all this time, Silas. I won't bother you anymore. Take care." Teresa bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. Closing her eyes, she summoned every ounce of strength she had before tapping on the "Send" button. A brisk notification tone rang out in the empty living room, indicating the message had been sent. In that instant, Teresa felt as though she could hear something important being ripped from her body, draining away three yea

"You learned to let go. That was the lesson. It took you nine worlds. It was enough." "Enough for what?" "To begin." I let go of her face. I looked past her, at the shore, at the three hundred doors and the family I had been watching for so long. "A world held too tight breaks," I said. "A world let go of entirely fades. But there is a third thing. It's very hard. I've only seen it done once, in a place that no longer exists. It's the thing you do when you've learned to let go and still decide to stay."

“Is there someone else already?” “No, I’m too broken for that. I’m just happy without you, and that’s enough for me right now,” I stand up, smooth out my top with a sigh. “Goodbye, Zander. I hope you find happiness with someone else.” I walk away. I slip into Bryson’s office, locking the door behind me, and collapse in a chair. I pull out the breast pump and pump my milk as I silently cry.

I'm excited that he is also the last of everything. I had to forgive and let go in order to get my happy ending. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.

Why is it so hard to just be happy with Trey? Then in the same moment, I made a conscious decision to stop clinging on to Brandon and what he did to me, I made myself let go of everything that didn't hold on to me. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be eaten by guilt anymore. You dropped me like a bad habit so... It's time, I have to let you go in the same way. Brandon, I did care about you but... You let go of me before any of this crazy shit happened. The more I think about it the more I realize that it would have ended the same way, with you being with someone else and me dealing with the heartache, the only difference is you'd still be alive if the world didn't take a shit on itself. So, wit

Because maybe, just maybe, this was the moment things will finally change. The past can’t be undone. The pain can’t be erased. But It was time to let go. And as I held Kelly, her sobs echoing through the empty room, I knew she was finally starting to let go, too.

I now feel like I am the one who is always thinking of sex. "You've made your decision, and I am not that selfish to tie you down. I just thought that..." His words got hijacked somewhere on their way out, and no matter how much he is trying to force them out, he is failing. He takes a deep breath in and out, and I eagerly wait to hear what he has to say, hoping that finally he has found the words. "forget it. I am letting you go in peace." I think I just had a miscarriage of hope! What? Letting me go? Why does that sound so deep? Why does it hurt so deeply? Why does my heart feel like it's bleeding?

“You’re going to catch a cold sitting here like this.” She sighed, her voice trembling. “I… I feel so lost, Liam. How do you let go of someone who’s been a part of your life for so long?” Liam crouched beside her, his eyes locking onto hers. “Letting go isn’t easy. It’s messy, painful, and it feels like the world’s falling apart. But sometimes, meeting the wrong person at the right time is a lesson. And meeting the right person… like now… is a gift.”

I had a dream while I was sleeping that night. I dreamed of a young girl starting a list of times she was being overlooked in a brand new journal. She wrote down the number "1" on the first page. As she wrote it down, she muttered, "Once this reaches the 99th time, I won't want Mom, Dad, Jeff, and Annie anymore." After that, the girl stared at the number "1" in contemplation, hesitated before changing it to "0.5" eventually. The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad."