{"id":3340,"date":"2025-06-30T10:46:22","date_gmt":"2025-06-30T10:46:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3340"},"modified":"2025-06-30T10:46:25","modified_gmt":"2025-06-30T10:46:25","slug":"letting-go-is-the-hardest-thing-to-ever-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/letting-go-is-the-hardest-thing-to-ever-do\/","title":{"rendered":"Letting go is the hardest thing to ever do."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The last time we crossed paths,
my heart was pounding; like a drumline reaching its final round.
Although I wasn\u2019t hoping for a reunion,
still, the weight of the past made itself known.
Because even now,
memories have a way of echoing louder than the moment<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There they were,
the same eyes that once read my silence
now seemed colder, more distant.
At first, I wasn\u2019t sure if it was anger or exhaustion.
Maybe both.
Still, I stayed calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After all, I could feel the heat in their silence,
the kind that builds up
when trust is once given, then lost.
And honestly, I couldn\u2019t blame them.
Yes, I had held on too tight to some things,
while letting others slip right through.
In the same way,
they had their missteps too.
So, we ended up trading turns
on the long road of regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually, we met to handle something simple:
removing my number from a shared phone plan.
However, that moment felt far from simple.
In fact, it felt like a final goodbye dressed as a transaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps they thought I\u2019d beg,
maybe even expected it.
By then, they might\u2019ve practiced their \u201cno\u201d
in the mirror the night before.
But instead of pleading,
I just kept it steady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not once did I reach back
for something that was already gone.
No dramatic words.
No broken voice.
No rewinding of scenes
like some tired movie script.
Rather, I showed up
like I had already made peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sure, part of me still felt the ache.
But more importantly,
another part of me knew
this was the closure we both needed.
And so, I let it be what it was,
an ending, not a rescue mission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, someone else can step in.
Let them chase what I once carried.
Let them try to hold on
while everything slips like sand.
Meanwhile, I\u2019ll keep walking.
Because sooner or later,
they\u2019ll realize what we had was real,
but by then,
I\u2019ll have already healed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For me,
those chapters are closed.
I\u2019ve turned too many pages
in books that were never meant to last.
No more squeezing myself
into someone else\u2019s “maybe.”
Now, I know I\u2019m not someone\u2019s almost,
I am somebody\u2019s absolutely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Therefore, I walked away,
Not a single tear or even a text.
Just silence,
because that spoke loud enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in the end,
the very last thing I\u2019ll ever do,
is beg to stay
in a place
where I was already breaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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