Just Like The Sunset, There's Always A Beauty In Letting Go

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You. Yes, you.

You are just a lesson learned now, My Darling. You're no longer a pain in me nor a bitterness and a burden deep in my heart. You're not the love of my life anymore. My heart is no longer whispering your beautiful name. I no longer long for your touch in each moment. I no longer see you in my future. My heart is no longer skipping a crazy beat when I remember you. I don't get butterflies in my stomach anymore every time you cross my mind. My life is already fixed in firm and perfect patterns. Life is fixed to the heart of the universe by slender silken strings of truth that held back from the black holes of fear and uncertainty, despair and aloneness.

I have travelled through pain to find myself. Letting you go is one of most difficult things I had to do. I just didn't let you go, I let it all go- everything.

I'm not guilty for saying this but I'm done with you. It's as simple as that.

I'm done of being always there for you, the one who is always ready to give you multiple chances.

I'm done crying silently at night because I let the pain burned into ashes and the loneliness withered like the dead wildflowers in the hedgerow.

And when I looked into the mirror, I finally recognized myself. The smile lit up my barren room and the glow of happiness, confidence and strength showed through, after all, I've survived a ton of hell.

You. Yes, you.

You made me realize that I deserve all the happiness in the world. You made me realize that I needed to love myself more than anything else.

I stopped being too hard on myself. I stopped walking around for the smallest crumb of your attention and love. I stopped fighting for you. I stopped giving you the entire ocean and the vast sky above.

I stopped looking for the monsters under my pillow.

Yes, I gave up on you but that doesn't mean I'm weak. It doesn't mean I'm desperate and hopeless. It doesn't mean I lose interest. It means, I woke up from the nightmares. It means I finally understood the difference between being patient and wasting a time.

You. Yes, you.

I let you go because I have realized that I can't continue loving someone who doesn't love me anymore. I let you go because I don't want to give you all of me, all the pieces of myself to you. I let you go because I love myself.

I let you go because when I looked at you the last time we met, I no longer see you as my guardian angel who always save me from the demons around me.

I let you go because I want you to have the happiness you didn't find in me. And when we cross paths again, we'll both look back and say, "it's all for the best."

I let you go because I deserve the best. I deserve a love that's beautiful and worth living. I deserve someone who plans a future with me, the one who stands by me with the test of time. Someone who values a commitment and protects my heart from pain and the who accepts every bit of me.

I let you go because I don't want to keep the painful barbs of indifference around me that's keeping my heart filled with bitterness and pain. Just like the sunset, letting you go is the most beautiful thing I've ever did.

You. Yes, you.

Thank you. Thank you for the lessons that led me to love myself even more. Thank you for the heartaches. Thank you for everything. Thank you for letting me learn all the ways of love and because of that I don't trust people anymore.

That each time I look at them, I question their sincerity, existence and motives. Each time I look at them I wonder if I still have trust to offer them because it feels like the trust I have within me is totally shattered.

One day, I will find someone who will give me the love I deserve. The one who accepts me with his whole heart and the one who will hold my hand and stays, guiding me aright- always. And until that time, perhaps I will learn how to trust again.

Written By Bea C. Pilotin

Author Bio: I'm a woman who is passionate about coherent words. I love Ben Affleck because he has a name like my Dad that sounds like freshly laundered sheets flapping on the air.

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