I came across this cliche when I was seventeen:
“They say holding on makes you stronger… But sometimes – it’s LETTING GO.”
It gave me the force to make a decision. Six years after, I never thought I’d use it AGAIN.
“I held my hand up high and spread my fingers like a flower that opens in spring. And there it goes… As delicate as a young butterfly but as strong as the wings of an eagle. It soared high up in the skies… I watched it closely, every move, every second… Until it disappeared from my sight. What a lovely way to end something. What a tragic memory to leave behind. Yet I know though that love is gone, it will forever be…FREE.“
Photo courtesy: Littlelucyliu
P.S. Just something I learned from the past though: “I only let go if the other person also did.”