Fly & Flourish

I’ve seen posts and stories of people going through the same situation as me saying that their final act of love is letting them go. I read that over and over again and I have come to a conclusion that maybe that isn’t the final act of love. Letting go is something we have to do in order to move on, to find our happy. To find who we are supposed to be.

I think our final act of love should be choosing ourselves. Letting go is something we have no other choose but to do. But choosing ourselves, that should be the best act of love there is. We love, we gave and we cared for that person; but guess what they didn’t care. Regardless of how much you love that person, if they have made up their mind that they want someone else, there’s nothing you can do to change their mind. They have already made up their mind.

My final act of love is allowing myself to feel the pain, allowing myself to heal. and most importantly, allowing myself to be free. Free to get to know this path I am on. Free to discover who I am supposed to be. My final act of love is choosing to love myself.