Romans & histoires When It's Time To Let Go

Now I know the meaning. Letting them go doesn’t make you love them less . Instead when you let them go while they are in pain you are giving them peace that they crave . In this life the only thing they got was pain that they tried to fight but did not gain anything from it. They wanted to get rid of their lives, which means they do not want to stay anymore even if they have a reason to live .

I could feel his chest expand, then slowly deflate—guiding me to follow suit. "If you ask, how do you let go? Not by forgetting. Not by pretending it doesn’t hurt. Letting go is accepting that a part of them will stay with us in a different way. You’ll see it in the first step that child takes when they run again. You’ll hear it in the laughter that fills the dining room once more. And when you fight again—because you will fight again—you’ll carry their courage at the tip of your claws."

Chapter 21 There are days when you feel like you have no control over what's going on in your life and at the same time you have control of what's going on in your life so it's something that you have a Grip on and then there's something that you have a grip on it still worst place to be. The art of learning lies in how and when to let go but you need to let go of matter how hard and no matter how challenging it might be. Letting go of what you used to know is never easy ,the release part is the hardest part. It may mean goodbye forever, and in some cases it means that you will never visit whatever the hell you latched on to in the 1st place.

I really don't know, and I can't guarantee it. Maybe time is magical. I can't tell whether I never liked Levi as much as I thought, or whether time has diluted my feelings for Levi, which is why I can't give an answer. But it doesn't matter anymore. "Levi, move on. Treat your partner with sincerity in the future and be together forever." After that, Levi disappeared from my world. But this time, I won't feel sad, and I won't be looking for him. Since then, I've completely stopped dwelling on the past.

I continued. He just smiled. I turned my back and started walking away from the guy I loved the most and from the boy I saw myself celebrating life with. Walking away and letting go are two different things because when you walk away, you're abandoning an important thing while letting go is when you free something or someone from your grip for their sake. Both are painful. And today, abandoning and freeing Charlie are two of the most painful things I've done in my entire life. But things happened because it bounds to happen. It may hurt a lot but life is a game and by now, we should've already learned how to play with it.

“I’m so tired of being strong.” ​He held me tighter. “I know,” he said, his voice a low, comforting rumble. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. You can let go.” ​ And so I did. I let go of the anger, the frustration, the fear, and the rage. I let go of the need to be in control. I had to. There was no other choice.

I stare at the line for a minute or more. This is it. But why does it hurt? My brain wants something different from my heart. It takes a few trials for my hand to function, I flash myself an encouraging smile in the mirror. If you love someone, you will let them go. I guess it is time. It is time to let El go. I put my signature and set the pen on the dresser.

"I don't know how to do that. I don't even know if I should let go or hold on because it's so hard. It is fucking hard enough leave me undecided." "You'll know what to do soon enough, little girl. You'll know that you have to let go you cry more often than you smiled. You have to let go if pain is more dominant than happiness. Yes, you do love him but it's not okay thay it's just you who's holding on and fighting for the ties and vows you shared," He handed me a handkerchief. "It may be hard and painful to let go but sometimes, it's even more painful to hold on and put everything in place again." "Letting go," I mumbled under my breath.

I painfully uttered, feeling suffocated every time I confess. "Letting go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving them, Natasha," he said gently, pausing as if to measure his words. "Sometimes, letting go means you love them but you have to prioritize something else. Maybe because you have to find yourself first, love yourself first, or... to give them time to think things through." My fingers twisted together, restless, searching for something to hold onto. "What if he doesn't come back to me?" "Then... so be it," he curtly replied.

"A competitive and insecure woman will tell you that “true love” is never giving up on someone you're in love with. A confident and spiritual woman knows that “moving on” doesn't mean you never loved someone. She realizes that letting go is what God needs her to do because both your happiness and hers requires taking different journeys for spiritual growth. Letting go is sometimes the hardest thing, but it is the most “real love” you will ever experience." Shannon L. Alder Keenan's POV