Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste

by Christina Hart

For years I had been holding on to men who no longer wished to hold on to me. So I listened. I let them go.

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

took back my heart and crammed it into my bag and walked away for the third time, the fourth time (who’s counting?), the last time. I promised myself I’d never let myself fall for green eyes and beautiful lies and words that felt like knives ever again.

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

I light torches at the feet of men who say they want me. They all sound the same at this point and I can no longer distinguish the truth from the lies. For once, words aren’t enough. I need someone to prove it.