“I want to let you go, I want to be able to think of you and not get teary eyed and sick to my stomach. I want to be able to hear your name without thinking of the way you said it when you introduced yourself to my parents- the way you always opened the car door for me before I got in. I want to let go of the feeling I had when you looked me in the eyes, the way your eyes lit up, the same way mine do when I look at a beautiful piece of artwork like Starry Night. I want to let go of the late nights with you, the country drives, the night you almost hit a deer and looked at me and apologized because it might have scared me. I want to let go of the phone calls, both early morning and late night, the way your voice sounded when you were so exhausted you could barely keep your eyes open, but you tried just to talk to me for a little while longer. I want to let go of the thought of us driving down the little town streets at night trying to decipher what the Christmas lights on the poles were, even though we failed miserably. I want to be able to look at Christmas lights and not be reminded of how you brought light to my darkest days. I want to let you go, I want to let all of these past-tense instances and memories go because you probably aren’t that person anymore, but every time I read a quote or poem about true love, even though you have someone new, you’re still the first thing that comes to mind. I want to let go of you, but, tell me, how do you let go of true love?”
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