Just imagine: you decide to let go, that's it - you start a new life, you leave old grievances and experiences behind. And then, a week later, you hear some melody in a cafe, and in your head, as luck would have it, the face of that very person you "let go" pops up. And then your heart whispers, "Do you remember how he smiled?" And you answer, "Shut up!"
Or even worse: you finally decided to forget. That's it, you announced to your girlfriends or friends: "That's it, I don't care anymore! I don't even want to talk about it!" And then fate, as if on purpose, throws you a sign. For example, a bird that lands right on your car, reminding you of those strange conversations about “freedom and wings.” Our heart is a unique organ. It not only beats when it’s supposed to, but also lives its own drama. The brain is like, “We don’t need this, we deserve better.” And the heart is like, “What do you mean, we don’t need it? And all those memories? And the hopes?” But you know, I came to a conclusion here. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting or erasing. It means admitting that it all happened, leaving it in a box labeled “Past,” and... moving on. And if the box sometimes opens, well, the main thing is not to let it interfere with your life. Nadya.