In the end, we were shackled to one another. We were our own weights pulling us down, we were our own enemies.
It was my hand in yours and yours in mine and we didn’t know how to let go. We didn’t know how to live without the one who was slowly killing us.
To let go would mean loosing the one we loved, loosing the one who, though dragged us down, was the only one that would make it okay.
It was never okay, not one second was it okay. And it wasn’t easy. No, it was the hardest thing; to stay together.
But it meant something, we meant something. That’s all we thought we wanted, to mean something to someone.
But it really wasn’t. We wanted to achieve the freedom we could only get from letting each other go.
It was hard to stay together, but it was the worst, most awful thing to let go.
It was terrifying, horrifying, almost unthinkable; unimaginable.
But it’s what we needed to do. We needed to let go in order to move on and make ourselves live a better life.
So I’ll take the first leap, I’ll slowly let go and you’ll feel the air be sucked from your lungs.
Just know I’ll feel the same thing, too.
Because I’ll still let go, little by little. It will hurt. It will hurt so bad you might think dying is better. But it won’t be.
The shackles will be removed and we’ll realize how much better off we are.
And we’ll miss each other, so much. But it will all be worth it.
You’re worth this. And I know I am, too.
You’re the only one making this pain okay, but I’ll always feel it as long as you’re here. And you can’t deny it’s the same thing for you, too.
Just don’t hate me when I let go, just follow my lead instead. Become better, stronger.
And only think of me in the worst light, it’s the only thing that would make the freedom stick.
So just let go.