Yesterday, I deleted 468 messages from my phone.
I had saved every single message he had sent me. From the time we met last November until that fateful January day.
I used to read through them every now and then. It triggered memories. It made me smile. Goes well with my being a sentimental fool.
But when things don't turn out the way that you wanted them to, you have to let the memories take flight.
Close the door. Open a window.
Freedom for myself.
Letting go...
Yesterday, I deleted 468 messages from my phone.
I have made space for new memories and new smiles that have started to come in...
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