The last ebbs of the relationship where you try to not let go, but you realize the rope has already slipped out of your hand and you just can’t pick it up. You’re not even sure where it is.
Like when you begin a relationship you’re both on the same side holding the rope against the world. Both of your problems are now on the other side and you both have someone to face them with, someone to help. You both now have someone to look in the eye and offer comfort and strength to and know they are there with you, in the thick of it, going through it together, in glory and despair.
Then one day you look to the other side and you see them there. You look again, and again, and again. Because you know they shouldn’t be there. The relationship isn’t suppose to be a tug of war. How did they get on the wrong side? Is it you or is it them? You can’t even fully know. You don’t even understand when and how it happened.
Then one day you look and you’re no longer holding that rope. You’ve completely let it go. You still have your own demons to fight. You still have your own issues to work through. But them, and their baggage, their love, all that they were is no longer tethered to you. You’ve let it all go. It’s all a distant memory now of what it was at one time; of the dreams and hopes of what you wanted it to be.
And you could cry about it, if you thought about it too much. But what is there to do? You lift one foot and place it in front of the other and keep going. Wherever it is you’re meant to be. It’s all part of the collage of your life. Isn’t it?