Losing someone who you let go hurts more than losing someone who had no choice.
Death in it's finality assures that you can never again pick up the phone to call the one you lost, never see them again, or hear their voice. And the never hurts but it's final.
Letting someone go hurts in an entirely different way. Knowing you can call them, see them, hold them again if you chose to go back makes losing that closeness so much worse.
Trying to remember the reasons you let them go hurts, because you love them still, so much, that remembering the pain they put you through hurts, even though it's necessary to stay away.
Losing a mother to death was a thousand shades of painful, but saying goodbye to a best friend who's a drive away is a different kind of hurt. Being both angry and sad about it is a horrible hurt. Missing them and having to choose your own well being and feeling selfish in choosing yourself is a terrible hurt.
Knowing they're also hurt? That's the worst kind of hurt.
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A Series of Ephemeral Tales
Short StoryA collection of random blurbs, short stories, poems and one shots for the sake of overcoming writers block or letting out my most inner thoughts! Please enjoy!
