When It's Time To Let Go Novels & Stories

I looked at him and smiled. “Mom, what will I do if I want two things at the same time but I will just break both when I grip into them?” Mom roams her hands in my arms and lightly rubbing it and smile at me “then let go son, if you’ll only hurt both you should just let go.” That really hits me so bad. Should I let go? Both of them? I kept staring at the floor because of what Mama said but I looked back at her as she tapped me on the shoulder and hugged me.

Ruby sneered, "Yes, I've figured it out. It's already lucky to have encountered a fate that doesn't belong to you. When fate comes to an end, then let go of the obsession, let go of the other person, and let go of yourself." After Ruby finished speaking, she left freely. But at the moment of letting go, she felt so relaxed that she wanted to fly. Love requires both sides to work together to maintain it, rather than spending time and effort to try to grab it. If something doesn't belong to you, you can't grab it no matter how hard you try. Cathy knew that Ruby was really leaving. Hmph! An ingrate that can't be tamed. It's better if she leaves early.

Motherly advice… "My dear, you have to let go. Let go of the pain and finally let him go, too. This is what you both need. You have to let go of him, and I'm sure, wherever he is now, he would be happy to see you finally free yourself from the misery of losing him." My heart slowly sank…

Or maybe, for once, I could stop thinking. I walked slowly, letting the rhythm of the waves steady me. My fingers absently scrolled through my phone—anything to distract me from the storm in my head. Then I paused. A video popped up, some scholar speaking about relationships. Normally, I’d skip past it, but the title caught me: "Letting Go of Toxicity: Why We Cling to What Drains Us." I tapped play. His voice was calm but firm. *"People hold onto things—relationships, habits, even pain—because they fear the emptiness of letting go. But what if that emptiness isn’t loss? What if it’s just space—space for something better?"*

I sighed when I remembered that I bought a new one and threw out the old cellphone. With a sigh, I put the cellphone back in my pocket and immersed myself again in the work. It's the only way I know to keep my mind from wandering back into the woman who begged me to let go of her. I don't tend to push myself on the person who doesn't like me so I let her go. It's not beneficial if you go after the person who doesn't want you anymore. Sometimes, you have to know when to let go. Maybe Femella loved me too but that wasn't enough for her to accept me into her life.

"Everything led back to this. And if i kept waiting and waiting, i would find reasons so i never have to go, i prayed i didn't have to, i didn't have to leave everything. You and Wu and Jacq" “God, i prayed i didn't have to leave back all the things that reminded of Ruby, the city lights, the long days in the club and the autumn leaves and all of that" "But if it's that I'd follow you. Just give me time. We can figure this out" He assured till I interrupted him by placing a finger to his running lips. I leaned closer to him that i could look far into his eyes and our breaths mingled in the silence till i whispered. "Sometimes if you love something enough, you have to learn to let it go”

“Maybe this is what it means to love someone for real... knowing they’re safer without you.” I took a breath. A long, slow one that felt like it scraped through my lungs. And I stayed like that for a while—just breathing. Because for the first time in a long time… I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to let go. “Let go…” I muttered. But how? How do you let go of something that stitched itself into your bones? How do you stop wanting something that once made you feel like you could be more than what the world carved you out to be?

“If I have to do a trial, I’m never going to move on from this. I gave him six years, and I never got his love. I know it’s time to let go and walk away, and that’s what I’m doing.” “Where are you moving to?” My mom pressed. “I’m not ready to tell you that information yet. We all know, you tend to say things you don’t mean to when you're upset or excited. I need to wait for all the moving pieces to come to a rest before I worry about telling you,” I answer. “You are just like your brothers,” Mom huffed in frustration.

Every time he found any opportunities, he would give them to me. I never took any of them, since I couldn't leave Shawn behind, but that burden was no longer mine to carry. Shawn did not need me. If I stayed around, it would only be humiliating for me. This research could be the chance to leave this place and start over completely. It didn't take long for Mr. Weeks to answer me. "Oh, thank goodness you're finally answering. The deadline's tonight. I was just about to sacrifice my dignity and buy you more time."

Amy has gotten worse over the months, but these past few weeks have just been something else. "It's ok not to be strong all of the time, Christian. It's ok to talk, to feel and to lean on others when you need to. It's ok to let go of the past and create a new future." I keep looking at the floor while mulling over my next words. My mother is a smart cookie and doesn't miss much, she's also insanely good at reading between the lines, which while being a bonus most of the time, It can make hiding things from her almost impossible at times.