You know those songs you listened to when you had a shattered heart. And even after a chunk of time has passed, and you’ve done a great deal of mending, you put the songs on and are transported right back to the agony of having to let go of that one you would’ve rather just loved forever. You remember the car rides– blasting the songs as the tears streamed down like waterfalls, trying to pull it together before arriving at your destination, embarrassed about your swollen, red eyes, feeling kinda unsafe crying so hard on the freeway, but there was no stopping the flow, wishing for any possibility to emerge to justify holding on. While also knowing that letting go was the only way forward. And you listen to those songs now, remembering how enduringly devastated you felt, how thick the resistance was to letting go, taken right back to the memories of how it was to love that one so deeply and to have to say goodbye…

There was nothing left to do but let it be.