When something you once felt was wonderful ends…how do you feel? A situation, a love, a passion…and you realise its time to move on from it or them. The realisation is painful, it hurts… and yet you know that its time to let go. How do you deal with the situation?
“I need help–Hey Siri, how do you kill love?–but who am I kidding? She doesn’t know. No one knows. I have to figure it out myself, alone…”
― Caroline Kepnes,
I’ve spent the last year knowing that the love I once had with someone was dying. Like a small animal tangled in a barbed trap, bleeding slowly to death. Fleeting moments whispered to my heart to think it wasn’t, but I knew. I steeled myself to speak of it, not knowing what the reaction might be. Did he feel it too? Would he rage? Will he be relieved to stop the pretence ?
“If you are brave enough to say goodbye – life will reward you with a new hello.” ― Paulo Coelho
Once you have stepped forward and spoken your heart, there’s an awful quietness. A vast emptiness waiting for the reaction to land. I felt physically sick but also I knew, for me, it was the right thing to do. You hope upon hope for some grace to be shown, perhaps a few words of goodbye. It doesn’t always work out that way.
Tell me about your *partings* ?
Pure Eggs & Spam 