The peace that came after letting go. via /r/gratitude

Letting go felt like dying at first.
Like I was cutting off a part of myself I wasn’t ready to live without.
I kept replaying the good moments, wondering if I gave up too soon… if maybe love just needed more time.

But here’s what no one tells you:
Sometimes, peace shows up quietly — weeks later — in the middle of doing something ordinary.

Like making coffee without waiting for their text.
Or laughing without guilt.
Or waking up and realizing… you’re not surviving anymore. You’re just living.

Letting go didn’t fix everything overnight.
But it made space for me — the version I lost while trying to hold on to someone who was never really holding back.

The peace didn’t come all at once.
It came in pieces.

But when it did… it felt like finally exhaling.