Letting Go, Moving Forward: A Letter to Love, and to Myself

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones that teach us who we really are

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Hey, there.

I’m planning to move on. Maybe we’ll meet again — another life, another place, another time. Until then, stay focused, stay resilient, and go after whatever it is you’re trying to pursue. Like I said before, I’m a free man now. I can do whatever I want, and I plan to.

If you’re up for it, maybe I’ll catch you somewhere down the line. I don’t know when. You showed me what love really is — how grounding, how beautiful it can be — even if it was brief.

That moment changed something in me. Since then, I’ve been learning to fight my own battles. Somehow, it’s not as hard as it used to be.

I’m planning to change places. Jobs. Life. I want to start over. Just me. Without the emotional baggage of the past. If the universe wants us to find each other again, I believe she’ll make it happen.

Our encounter opened my eyes. It made me believe in real love, and in the possibility that life can have meaning again. That’s something I didn’t expect to rediscover. And for that, I’m grateful.

I’ll carry that lesson with me as I step into the next chapter. If you ever want to meet again, feel free to reach out. Until then, I’ll remember you in another life.

And thank you; for your patience, for tolerating my childish ways. I didn’t know what real love was. And when I finally had it, I didn’t know how to handle it. That’s probably why I overreacted…why I acted out…why I did things that irritated you. I’m still learning. Still growing.

But from here, I walk forward.

Many, many goodnights. Bye