Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste

by Christina Hart

The first step is forced, and every step after is felt.

I was holding on to us. And it was killing me.

To sum it all up, he taught me two things: I am still not good enough, and I am too good for him.

It’s so much easier being alone. I know the ways I can hurt me.

Promises always tasted sweeter coming from the lips of someone who would never keep them. There is beauty in the challenge. There is a bitter hurt in the aftertaste.

Your last goodbye and the promise of our next hello.

I am trying to forget. But I will always remember you.