Letting Go

That person, with whom you have shared so much memory. Be it pain or bliss, regardless. 

Imagine him whispering songs into your ears in a cold winter. Imagine his warm arms and shoulders, his bear hugs from behind.  Do it for the last time. 

His hug was always firm and tight. That you can’t ever forget. And the wharf of warm air around his neck, how you loved to sniff around there, as if by doing so you can keep a part of him inside you, fusing your souls together through your nose.

You never want to let go, it’s taken you so long.

But now the memories are all that remain. Oh how it tortures you. It rips you apart and then leaves you breathing with one wretched heart and two burning eyes.  So this is how a break up is supposed to be, searing and painful.

But then you guess you are somehow used to it. So many times before you have cried and agonized, for reasons no one can ever remember now. 

After this you gather your feelings and poise yourself to move on, maybe to break down again at the sight of anything related to him. Then you fall back into that miserable, muddy pit. Then the process repeat itself. 

You stumble as you try to walk out of it, but keep going anyway. One day you'll make it. And all that will really remain will be beautiful memories.

With no pain:)