Hi Hive,
There was a time that I believed love could actually fix anything. That if you held on tightly enough, gave enough, sacrificed enough, things would somehow fall back into place.
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Ad for six years, I built my world around a relationship I thought would last forever. It was not just love but it was routine, friendship, shared dreams, and a future I had already imagined in full detail.
So I refused to see it clearly when things started falling apart.
I continue to clung to her not just because about the love I only have for her, but because I had invested so much of myself into what we had. Six years is not something you walk away from easily.
I kept telling myself that we have come too far to end like this. I tried to neglect the cracks, hoping they would somehow seal themselves. I tried harder, gave more, and held on tighter.
But the truth is, no matter how much you resist, life has a way of forcing the truth on you.
And the harder I held on, the more I began to feel the weight of something that was no longer meant for me. But still , I don't want to give up easily.
Conversations became forced and effort became one-sided. What once felt natural started feeling like work. And deep down, I knew something was wrong. I knew things had changed but the hardest part was accepting the reality.
Letting go was a gradual process and wasn't a single moment.
From first came denial to frustration. Then that silent sadness that keeps lingering when you realize something tangible is slipping away and there is nothing you can do to stop it. I questioned everything, what really went wrong, what I could have done better, whether love alone was ever enough.
And then, slowly, acceptance crept in.
I started to accept the reality. And not the kind that comes with relief, but the kind that comes with pain and understanding. I started to understand that holding on was hurting me more than letting go ever could, so I made my choice.
I question myself, that why clinging to someone that has already given her heart to some else. So I chose letting go. That sometimes, love is not about fighting to stay but it’s about having the strength to walk away when staying no longer brings peace and that's what I did.
Even though, accepting the end of that chapter did not erase the memories or the love I once felt. But it taught me something deeper that not everything we hold onto is meant to stay. Some things come into our lives to shape us, teach us, and prepare us for what’s next to come.
Six years taught me how to deeply love. And letting go taught me how to love myself.
And sometimes, that’s the lesson life was trying to teach all along.
