If there’s one thing I need to learn, it’s when to let go. I have always clung to the idea – when it’s not making you happy, when it’s more of a struggle than a pleasure, when you’re being held back, you let go. And I firmly believe that. But I have always been the woman who will fight within inches of her last breath – and perhaps I have always fought longer than I should. I have always prided myself on my fight – I am fiercely loyal to the end, and beyond.  But it’s also one of my greatest downfalls. How can I move on when all I’ve ever known is to continue fighting, even when it’s killing you? How can I simply end the fight, without a knockout or a white flag? But this time, it’s the fear that the fight will never end – that I will always be fighting, without an end in sight. All the times it should have been different, all the times we thought it would get better – and it did, but the fight never ended. And I maybe I will forever be unsure if it was the right thing to do – but I needed to follow my common sense, for once. I needed to realize that I will never be the person I want to be if I’m constantly trying to be the person he loves. Perhaps they could be one in the same, perhaps we’ll see – but I’d never know me if I hadn’t stopped fighting.

And so I return to my question – when is it right to let go? What if you’re not unhappy, but you’re no longer happy? What if you’re not sure he’ll be willing to love you like you need? There’s a million what ifs, and all I know for sure – you let go when you hear yourself say it, and know it’s true.