There are times when all we could do is read the letters left behind in time and remind ourselves about the things that brought smiles. Reliving old memories sometimes allows us to relive, maybe that means that sometimes we are dead and rewinding is the only way to survive, who knows?
The moment I let go is the moment I choose to survive or to die, and that's such a scary thing. Do I move on? Do I stay stuck? Love doesn't happen because it has to, it happens because we let it and realizing that fact is the best way, so I've been told, to get over someone. I think whoever told me this was completely wrong.
