Everything I Wanted Is Gone

Part of loving someone the way you describe is letting them go, and doing so without any demands from them, or regrets, or becoming personally gutted. Not that there is not a place for grieving the loss of what was but that because there was love, we do grasp it so tightly that it diminishes us and transform the love into something else.

Often when we help someone grow a part of them doing so is letting go of the relationship of the person that helped them. Especially if that person, through no fault of their own, is a reminder of the past they wish to move on from.

I recently read a book called “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed. About a amazing journey in which she met some wonderful people who helped her along the way, and whom she helped. What struck me was how much love was present in those moments. She is unlikely to see these friends ever again, but they were and will always remain friends, as she holds each of them in her heart.

I think back on my own experiences, people I have met, that became friends who I will not likely ever see again and the love remains. It’s… nice actually, to allow people to be in this way, without having any demands or expectations, being grateful for the time that was shared. Sometimes, over the years we reach out with a simple thinking of you, and it’s enough.