“It all boils down to one quotable phrase: ‘if you love something, give it away’”

When I listened to the song Land Locked Blues by Bright Eyes the first few times, I scoffed at that line. I am the kind of person who really loathes letting go of anything, especially something I love. 

I have decided to finally give up on something I love. My love will go nowhere in this situation, so I have decided to let it drift off into the sea. I will always remember it, and everything that had happened will never go away. I just have to let it go, and allow only the memories to remain. I want to remain in contact with that which I loved. I hopefully will. I am going to take a break from it until I can get rid of the last remnants of that love. It is not a goodbye forever, more like a see you later. I have told the love this, attempted an explanation. I hope an understanding can be achieved. From what I know, I’m sure it will. I can keep that hope to get myself through this. *sigh* why must it hurt terribly to get rid of a slightly greater pain? why must pain always accompany that which is wonderful? I’m sure it’s not always that way, and I will hope, for my sake and others’, that it is not always like that. it just seems like it is. pax~et~amour, cait.