“Sometimes we miss the memories more than the person.”
There are moments that replay on loop — the way they laughed, the way they touched your hand.
But those memories are curated. Polished by your ache.
And sometimes, it’s not them you miss — it’s the version of yourself who believed love was certain.
Grieve the memory. Bless it.
Then return to the present, where new memories wait to be made.
Place your hand on your chest. Say: 'The memory is beautiful — but I choose my future.' Repeat until calm.
Choose one memory that hurts and write down how it made you feel. Then write: 'That was then. I choose now.'
Reneé B. “There’s a sweetness to memory — but I’m finally learning how to let go of what no longer feeds me.”
Not all beautiful memories require a return.