The days since you left me will turn into months, and those months into years.
I will double-check that there are no traces of you left here.
Next, I will delete our only photo.
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Somewhere deep in the depths of our social media accounts, it will still be there.
I will not be able to look at it on days when I miss your warm smile.
We had each other.
Maybe now my wounds will finally begin to heal.
The programs from our evenings at the ballet will have to go next.
These are the items that carry the heaviest weight for me.
I havent been able to enjoy the ballet since you left.
It became our thing, and I no longer know how to enjoy it without you by my side.
The words just dont sound the same without you.
How can you erase the way someone made you feel?
I know that neither of those goals are realistic.
I can let you go, but I will never be able to forget you.
I will snap out of the memory, and I will pick whichever one my hand goes to first.
I will put it in my cart and move on with my life.
Maybe I will stop trying to find the very best one and will just settle for good enough.
Good enough is reliable and safe; the best things always seem to come with the highest risks.
Always finishing my own cups of coffee will be next on my list of things to accomplish.
I no longer have you here to drink the other half when everything feels like too much.
I will begin diving into those overwhelming moments, and I will not emerge until I have conquered them.
The days since you left me will turn into months, and those months into years.
I will stop hoping that every missed call is yours.
I will stop waiting for the day that you will return to me.
That is how I will finally learn to let you go.
