I Let You Go

by Clare Mackintosh

Is it possible to simply walk away from one life and start another?

“but it might make me feel better if you don’t spend all morning with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.”

Gradually, without my noticing, my grief has changed shape; from a raw, jagged pain that won’t be silenced to a dull, rounded ache I’m able to lock away at the back of my mind. If it is left there, quiet and undisturbed, I find I’m able to pretend that everything is quite all right. That I never had another life.

“Nobody’s ever laid on their death bed wishing they had spent more time at work,”