“Letting go doesn’t mean you never loved. It means you’ve decided to love yourself, too.”
We carry people like memories etched in stone. Because they mattered. Because we loved them.
And sometimes, that love becomes the chain. We think: 'If I let go, does it mean none of it was real?'
But real love — even imperfect, even painful — doesn’t need to be proven by your suffering.
You can love someone. Deeply. Honestly. Fiercely.
*And still choose to let them go.*
You are not abandoning them. You are honoring yourself.
The heart is spacious. It can hold memory and movement. It can carry the truth of a connection — without carrying the weight of what it became.
So today, let this be true: *Love can stay in your heart, even if they don’t stay in your life.*
Sit with your eyes closed and bring to mind someone you’ve struggled to let go of. Feel both the love and the pain. Breathe deeply and repeat: 'I honor what we shared. I release what keeps me bound.' Let the breath carry both grief and gratitude out of your body.
Write down three things you loved about someone you had to walk away from. Then write three reasons why letting go was an act of love for yourself. Reflect on how both can coexist.
Tessa M. “I thought moving on meant denying the love I felt. But this helped me see: I can cherish the good and still choose myself. It doesn’t mean I stopped loving. It means I started loving me, too.”
The heart can hold both love and release. They are not enemies — they are companions.