When the times comes when all the waiting seems idiotic. When closing my eyes and opening them doesn’t make it happen. When hoping for what’s not there becomes painfully desperate. It’s the time to face the fact. Take a deep breath and accept it.
Accepting doesn’t mean it’s been easy to let go or to walk away. It just means holding my breathe, waiting, and hoping is only killing me. So I will pick up my memories and take them with me. Memories are the only thing I can pack up and walk away with.