Letting Go

I remember always holding on to everything.

I remember holding onto my dad.

I remember holding onto my first boyfriend even when he begged me to let go.

I remember holding onto a friend that wouldn't text back.

Just recently, I've been holding onto a person that only wants the best of me, but won't take all of me.

And it's hard. It really sucks.

I'm starting to let go though.

I don't expect more from my dad anymore.

I don't check up on my first boyfriend's social media anymore. 

I don't wait for her to text me back anymore.

I don't let that person take the best of me anymore.

I think that's how I know I've grown up.

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