there is nothing to say that hasn’t already been said.

in the letting go, you find that you must let a part of yourself go.

we made this – together – us. so that you feel that piece of yourself dying – making the walk-away excruciating.

this road’s been traveled, over an over. you know every pothole, every bump. you know where that path leads and what it has to offer.

and while the trees and rivers and lakes you’ve observed along the way are, no doubt, lovely, they live on roads you know will lead you to lost.

you’ve loved well, so you can now let go. hold yourself with grace – for missteps are inevitable.

you are lovely, and you found lovely in something, if only for a moment.

we move on.


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