A little while ago, I let go of a friend. Not because they had bad qualities, or because we didn't get along well. It was because every time we talked, I felt as if a dagger was being pushed more and more into my stomach. I felt like, because of them, I couldn't be truly happy.
When I only started feeling this way, I thought, I can't do this to them. They'll break. But now, I did. And surprisingly, they took it well. Of course, I knew the 'It's okay' wasn't real, and that it really really wasn't okay for them. But I also know, that time heals mostly everything. You get over it, even if you don't want to.
So I let go. It was strange at first, because my heart was still beating like I just ran up and down a hill ten times in row. Because I was terrified. Hell, I'm still terrified.
But I let go. I want to scream it, I want to show myself that I actually did it. That I'm brave enough. That I'm free.
Maybe in a day or week or month, I'll start regretting it. But then, I'll remind myself that it's not a problem anymore. That there's no use in dwelling.
I'm free. Free from thinking how to make it better, free of worrying whether if I mean it when I say that I love them.
I can move on, from now. Or maybe not, maybe I'll sit alone in the hallways of my school. But I won't think about it. Because you shouldn't force a friendship. It should come naturally. And if it doesn't?
Let them go.