That pieces of them will live on inside you forever and that discarding them would mean discarding parts of yourself. But the day that you get to move on is the day you simply decide to do so despite it—despite the tired, restless ache that begs you not to take a chance. Despite the fearful, self-conscious mind that tells you nobody will ever love you better. Despite every careless part of you that wants to keep holding on but knows that it needs to let go.
