Letting Go of the Mundane

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And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now-Lady Antebellum

The hardest part of letting go of a love or what we thought was love is the fact that we aren’t involved in their every day lives. The mundane. You can’t send them a message or text knowing that they’ll get it after they’re done grocery shopping or had a doctor appointment. That part of your relationship is over. They become a stranger. That’s the hardest part to deal with, forgetting their patterns. They become a ghost to you long before their flesh dies.

Then all at once their memory comes flooding back. It could take one word, song, or a mention of their name. They’re brought back to life, and you have to forget them all over again.

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6 thoughts on “Letting Go of the Mundane

  1. That is so true. There are some that I, all of a sudden, remember and may be kind of stunned by it. It doesn’t mean I want them back; it just means I remember.
    Scott
    PS – this email reminder got dumped into spam – don’t know why. Glad I always check.

    • Isn’t that funny how the heart remembers? You’re right you don’t want them back, but all the feelings come back. Sometimes it hurts. Other times you become angry. Then the memory drifts away like vapor….

      I wonder why the message went to your spam folder.

  2. From an egotistic standpoint, one of the hardest things to deal with was the thought that they weren’t thinking about me. I wasn’t on their mind – yet they took up every waking moment of mine.

    • That’s it exactly Stu. They let go and never looked back. Whereas we still had them on our minds all the damn time. The memories fade over time, but it will always hurt.

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