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Sometimes its better to just forget. It hurts at first to know that person you loved forgot you and you want to hold on to the memories as long as you can. I think sometimes we hold on to the memories because we’re afraid. We’re afraid that we may forget them. And in the beginning when the pain is still fresh, forgetting is the equivalent of suicide. In the back of our minds we think that if we hold on against all odds, against what people say, what that certain person say’s, that if we were strong, if we love enough, that person will come back. Maybe remember us, remember how they used to be. Who they used to be.

We think that maybe if we wait just a little longer that person will wake up. We have to think that leaving us, letting us go was a mistake. We can’t think that they hurt us on purpose. We cant come to the conclusion that maybe they didn’t love us enough. I don’t think that our hearts could handle that. So we deceive our hearts who despite everything, knew the truth. We tell ourselves that they didn’t have to and that they will come back to tell us they’re sorry, that they wont ever hurt us again. And time passes…a month, two months, a year…and some still hold on.

Some will in fact hold on for years to come. Some will never get over it. For the rest of their lives they will feel abandoned and lost. But more of us will wake up after a while. We realize that even though it hurts like hell, we have to move on because the holding on is tearing us apart. It gets tiring, thinking about them. And about what could of happened and what did. Waking up with a heavy heart and going to sleep with a heavy heart, gets old. And you get sick. And one morning you find that letting go, accepting, forgiving, although it will hurt, is the best course to take. It will hurt at first, just as the holding on and remembering did.

But those things only led to disappointment, heartache and tears. So we stop. We stop making up stories about what could of happened and we move on to reality. We stop expecting them to call on holiday’s, we stop sitting by the phone wishing, praying it would ring. We don’t wake up in the middle of the night with tears running down our face because they were in our dreams. When we watch movies, every couple isn’t “us” anymore. The nicknames fade. The songs that used to remind us of them, don’t anymore. Their smiles fade away their jokes and traits too. You realize that maybe, they didn’t care. Maybe they didn’t care enough. Maybe it was just meant to happen.

And you accept, finally, that they have a new life. New friends. And if, in the end they’re not completely happy, it wasn’t your fault. Eventually we realize that loving them, means trusting, respecting and honoring them. Trust, respect, and honor their wishes, even if they don’t include you. We learn that loving them meant letting them go when the time came. Letting them find their way, alone if they wanted. And maybe one day they will regret it. And maybe they wont. But when you do let them go, you find that they’ll always have a place in your heart, even if you don’t in theirs.

[[This is by my lovely cousin Dana - who inspired me by showing me this. I'm sure many of us can relate to this. I think its wonderful and overly true. Please enjoy her more than amazing piece of work.]]