Letting go. Two simple words. Just three syllables. But one of the most challenging things to do. Knowing that you can’t change things…no matter how much effort, tears, or fight you’ve put in. Knowing that what you say does not make a difference. Knowing when it’s time to finally just move on. So, I’m finally letting go… letting go of wishing things had turned out differently. Letting go of the anger I feel towards you. Letting go of the man I feel in love with, and the man you turned out to be. I’m letting you go.