It was easy to
wish to let go of the torture and the
heartbreak and the missing
him.
It seemed
easy, at least. But there was
a catch – to let go of the
pain she had to give up the other parts
too:
The feeling of
being loved, the feeling of
being wanted and even
needed. It wasn’t the
suffering she willfully
clung to.
It was
the precious stuff,
but the precious stuff attached
her,
irrevocably,
to the pain.
