"How We Let People Go"

Came across this article I read in Thought Catalogue and thought that I should share it over here since this is very.... true. And I'm pretty sure most of us can relate to this.

Letting someone go — when it is a necessary act of self-preservation, something that has to come if you expect to move forward in life — is regarded as a kind of victory. You have successfully overcome an emotional trauma that once surrounded you like a kind of fog which prevented you from ever seeing the sun. 

People will tell you, always with the best intentions, that one day you are going to wake up and realize that you are okay, and your life is not immediately over because they are no longer a part of it. And this is true, though it’s not the net positive that we are so quick to label it as. Because it’s not as though you simply wake up one day and proclaim yourself fine, suddenly hearing birds chirp and children laugh after months of only your own oppressive silence. You simply start to forget, feeling the acute pain of the loss less and less as each day goes on. There will come a day when you don’t care, but you won’t notice it, because you will have other things to think about.

You cannot simply think about the time the two of you sat on the beach for an entire night, talking about your childhood, drinking the second-least-expensive wine you could find in the store. Because when you allow yourself to think about that, it will remind you of them as a whole, and will lead into all of the terrible things that happened after that night — not the least of which being their eventual departure. They exist within us as whole people, stories with beginnings and endings, and in order to let go of them we cannot choose the things we want to isolate for nostalgia. We have to stop caring what they would think if they saw us, stop worrying about running into them in the store, stop obsessing over the things we could have done differently to make them stay. And that means letting go of everything they meant to us, proving to ourselves that life can be just as good, just as beautiful, without them in it. 

This took everything out of whatever that has been clogging up my mind the past month or so and put it in words. Letting people go, it's just a terrible cycle that we all get put through. Family, friends, people we once loved. People we've once held onto so dearly soon become an acquaintance, merely an "ex-lover/best friend/friend". It's sad.

But that's okay because soon, you'll find someone to fill up the void. Or to at least make up for the emptiness the last person has bequeathed you with. And one day, I'll start to forget the small things. Your smell, the way you looked at me, the shirts in your wardrobe, our small inside jokes, the things we always laughed about. It's not that I want to, but it's only what it's supposed to be. We are what we are because it is what it's supposed to be.

I'm getting better but it's hard not to feel as though I'm missing a part of me sometimes. It's cliche and clingy and sappy and it sounds as though I'm not moving on. But I swear I am. I know I am, but there's a sick part of me that just wants to stay angry and bitter and hurt and broken, refusing to pick up the pieces. But what good will it do for me? Always, always at the losing end.

In the mean time:

When you realize, long after the fact, that you no longer care about someone — that what they are doing in life has no bearing on you, and vice versa — it feels very much like a small death. Who they were with you no longer exists, and you cannot even preserve it in your memory, for the sake of your own mental health.

PS. "I'm sorry for not trying hard enough." will always be etched in the back of my mind.
I thought I was the one with the little faith, but it turns out that you were the first to walk away. You gave me hope and made me believe that things would work out. I guess this is us "working out", and I suppose I'm happy. For you. Not yet for myself.


So this is me letting go.