I can’t create an identity by erasing the words of yesterday or forgetting memories from those who have left.
Those days and small instances of connection with others made me who I am and if I shunned it from my reality and avoid well, the truth of this matter is that I would be avoiding myself.
Trying to forget the past doesn’t mean I have to truly destroy it and fling it out of existence.
I can cherish the “what was”
and protect the history despite not having what it could have become.
Letting go for what it was meant to be and that was simply to give me something very much more meaningful which is what it was intended.
Eliciting love even after falling out of love.
