At the end of a relationship not only do we have to let go of the person, we have to let the memories of them fade as well. We have to find new stories to tell. We have to have new adventures to old places. We have to overwrite the memories of that girlfriend, that husband, that bestfriend, that date that ended so terribly. But worst of all, we have to stop telling the stories you once held so tightly that the picture frames have shattered leaving your bloody hands cradling broken glass.
Sometimes there isn’t a getting it right. Sometimes shit is just fucked and there’s nothing you can do to change it. You can’t force someone to love you. You can’t force someone to see you. You can’t force anyone to do anything that’s worth having them do.
One thing I’ve come to learn over the last year is that sometimes it’s better to walk away from a fire rather than waiting for the flame to die anymore than letting it burn you. I’ve been through both. And I’m exhausted. I don’t have the fight for it anymore.