Somehow,
somewhere between the hurt
and the holding on,
I learned to loosen my grip.
Not because it stopped hurting,
because it didn't.
But because carrying it
felt heavier than letting it exist.
So I let it be.
Let the ache sit beside me,
let the silence speak
without interruption.
I stopped asking for answers
that never came,
stopped chasing versions of things
that only lived in my head.
And even now,
on the days it stings the most,
I don't reach for it anymore.
I just sit,
breathe,
and let it be.