Losing love is one thing. Letting love go is another. They both have their similarities, but my instincts tell me that, while the former may be more intensely difficult, the latter involves more specific difficulties. To make the choice to let someone you love go is an agonizing process much different from just accepting loss.
I love how inconsequential my daily decisions are. The thought of waking up and knowing that even if I make a mistake, everything is going to be alright, well, that's a nice thought.
Not that I'm a pessimist, by any means, because I think people really can make a difference in the lives of others. Can one person change the world? They can for sure.
News? What’s that?
