Maybe it’s time I let go

Maybe it's time to let go of these people. I've been holding on to them for so long because of the memories we created ages ago. Neither they nor I are the same as we were when those memories were made. Yet, I hold on to them with the little hope that we'll return to that good phase. But more often than not, that good phase never returns.

Do you know why people mourn when someone dies? It's not just for the person. It's for the memories we created with them—the little things we shared, the time spent together, and the shoulders that once supported us. These memories make a person more valuable to us. This is why people remain trapped in a mental prison with someone, even after they've moved on, hoping to see the sunlight again, even though they know it won't happen.

Forever is a myth. Nothing lasts forever, not you, not me, nor our memories. The erosion of memories is another terrifying aspect of losing people. What if all the good memories are forgotten, and I am left with none? This is another reason why we hold on to people, even when we are as distant as ever, mentally.

It breaks my heart to think of letting go. What will I do without them, especially when they have been such an integral part of my life? Will I be able to function properly? It feels like a limb has been plucked from my body. It's painful. It's gut-wrenching. I don't want to let go. I am delusionally hopeful that we'll return to how we used to be.

But what if that's not the case? What if holding on brings more trouble? What if the trouble becomes the definition of what we had? Maybe it's time to let go of these people.