Hating is easy. Hate consumes all other emotions. It’s one emotion, and so intense that it quickly burns itself out. Anyone can hate.
Loving is hard. Loving and letting go is harder still. In that, there is rational thought, arrived at after unsnarling your tangle of emotions. There are waves and waves of sorrow, regret, pain, nostalgia, “I’m sorry’s”, “I wish”, and “What if’s”.
And then it’s just you. So hollow, so empty, all alone. You’re all that’s left, and you have to be enough for yourself. Everybody dies, everybody leaves, and you’re the only one left to make you happy.
