It told me
the faster you run,
the more you miss.
That growing up
isn't something you notice-
until you can't go back.
It said
you will lose people
who loved you deepley,
and still feel like it was your fault.
And letting go?
It's not peace at first.
Sometimes it feels like
betrayal
with a ribbon on it.
I asked,
how do I know I'm doing it right?
Time exhaled.
And said,
"Because it hurts less
than holding on did."
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 3:44 PM UTC
It told me
the faster you run,
the more you miss.
That growing up
isn't something you notice-
until you can't go back.
It said
you will lose people
who loved you deepley,
and still feel like it was your fault.
And letting go?
It's not peace at first.
Sometimes it feels like
betrayal
with a ribbon on it.
I asked,
how do I know I'm doing it right?
Time exhaled.
And said,
"Because it hurts less
than holding on did."
For anyone still learning how to let go without losing themselves. Growth isn't loud-but it's real
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