When You Love Something Let It Go Novelas e Histórias

But in the end, she stepped inside. From behind the door, I heard Kane's low, desperate murmur. "Arya…" Then, Kane lunged forward, pulling her into a desperate kiss. Their bodies tangled together. I shut my eyes, closed the door, and ran down the long hallway without looking back. But I knew. Compared to the agony of drowning with my unborn child in my past life, the pain of letting go of the man I loved was nothing. Standing atop Graystone's city wall, I gazed up at the moon. Heat coursed through my body, every inch of me aching for touch.

Without her, I was adrift, lost in a sea of my own making. I blinked back my tears, the room around me blurring, and took a shaky breath. I had held on for so long to this belief that if I only tried enough, if I just held on tight enough, she would be mine again. But love wasn't possession. It wasn't grasping hold of someone until they could do nothing but stay there. Love was letting go. It was trusting someone to make their own choices, even if those choices didn't include you. And now, I had to let her go.

He whispered and his voice cracked something open in me. I knelt down and opened my arms, and he walked right into them. I held him tight, brushing a hand through his hair. “I miss you,” he whispered. “I miss you too,” I whispered back. He pulled back. “Can you come home now?” I closed my eyes for a second. God, this part hurt more than anything. “I can’t, sweetheart.” “Why?” “Because sometimes, loving someone means letting go. But you’ll always have me. I’m not gone. I’m just… somewhere else now.”

he said very quietly, “I need to let you go.” She felt her chest tighten. “Is that what you want?” “No. It’s what you need. And I’m trying very hard to do what you need instead of what I want.” “Why?” “Because I love you. And love, for us, means knowing when to release.”

"That's the worst part. I don't hate him anymore. I just... I don't feel anything." "That's progress." "Is it?" "Yes. Hate is exhausting. Hate means you still care. Not feeling anything means you've let go." "What if I don't want to let go?" "Then you'll carry it forever. And it will weigh you down until you can't breathe." "What if I don't know how to let go?" "Then you learn. One day at a time. One breath at a time. One moment at a time." He kisses me. Soft. Tender. Like I'm precious.

"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”

“Love isn’t supposed to be a prison or a dream, or chasing what you can’t have, love is supposed to be real, love isn’t something that leaves you miserable.” He stares at me without saying a thing. “I have never believed in love, I haven’t felt it and I am not sure I need it, but it’s tearing you apart, it’s time to let go, it might be hard, but letting go will never leave you empty.” I say, letting the words sink in. “People say love happens in tiny bits, maybe that’s what you are doing, holding on to those tiny bits hoping it will become something real. I might not understand how you feel, but I hope that you can move on.” I tell him, walking out of the room.

Not to conclude. But to let go.

I said after a while when my heart felt strong enough to go on with the conversation. "Let it go... It's okay to cry... We all sometimes think that we met the right guy and spent years loving him or her, but then it just turned out that the person was not good for us. It's okay to choose to let it go... Things happened and sometimes you got to love yourself first..." The driver said considerately. I swore to God, even my father never said something like that to me. It made me want to cry even more.

“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?