Shattered Bonds: The Painful Art of Letting Go

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Dear John,

It's been 138 days since you left me all alone, and it's my 138th letter to you which you won't read... But that's okay because I know that, you somehow read these letters through clouds. After all, I am sitting under clouds and writing this as you always said, "I love clouds..." It's funny that when you were here there weren't a lot of clouds but since the day you left, there have been many many clouds, I am guessing it's you who ordered God to let the clouds for me to see and remember you always.

So... I have been trying to meet new people as you said before you left but I keep searching for you in every person I meet or talk to or even glance at, how can I move on?

I folded the letter and walked up to his home, which was empty now, I stood there wiping my tears, put the letter in the mailbox, and walked out of the neighborhood. As I walked, I came across the coffee shop where we used to hang out and decided to walk in and see how the place had changed.

As I walked in I saw a familiar face that I had been avoiding for months now, it was my best friend; Ava, who stopped working and ran up to me before I could exit the shop. "Violet! Where have you been?", she questioned hugging me.

"I didn't know you worked here", I said quietly, these were the words I spoke after months... "I just started recently, how are you holding up?", she asked I looked at her to see if it was just a question of formality or if she was concerned... Turns out she really is concerned.

"I-I'm fine...", I said trying to avoid her gaze. "You lost so much weight!", she practically screamed which somehow made me angry. "That's what grief of dead people does to you, Oh well you never lost a loved one so you won't know!", I yelled which made Ava instantly get tears in her eyes, and before she could throw me out, I went out by myself.