Sometimes God uses the tough moments to teach us. That we do not have to exist here on our own. That we should never carry burdens without help. That we are infinitely valuable, even when we don’t believe or see this worth.
What you have, what you’ve always had is your Father’s love. And His love will fill every broken piece, every cracked crevice, every spot of loneliness, or fear, or longing you feel.
You pretend that what you feel is love for so long that you trick your mind into thinking it is.
You don’t always know when you’re seeing someone for the last time. But I know this time.
Goodbye to brewery hopping. Your grandmother. That first moment I finally noticed you when you gently touched the bottom of my foot. Summer at the shore. Ice cream, beach, family weirdness.
I’m not winning you back. I’m not doing this to change your mind. I just need to buy more time to be ready for your goodbye.
For now, I am tired of reconciling what we had. It is part of history now, and someday I hope to tell my kids about the person I genuinely fell in love with.
This is me moving on from you, forever altered by the lessons you gave me and determined to never repeat them.
Sometimes, you just have to let people go.