Letting go (story) The darkness wraps around me. Each day is colder. Each day is a week without his warmth. Without his comments. Without his love. I close my eyes and try to remember the last time I saw him. I walk pass the park we used to have picnics. I walk past the ice cream parlor that we used to go to. I walk past the cemetery where he was buried. I continue to walk for a bit. I spot a flower stand on the corner of the street. The flowers look beautiful. I buy some so I can put them on his grave. I lay the flowers down on his grave. I stand there for a moment. I look down at the flower and think about all the times we spent together. I think about how we met. I think about how he would tease me and pick on me all the time. I think about all the times we stayed up until two in the morning talking. I think about how we fought and yelled. I think about all the fun we had. I think about how we always understood each other. I think about how I have to go on living without him. I remember all of these memories and all of these moments and all of these years that we shared together. I just keep thinking about how short life really is. I place the flowers down on his grave. I try to smile. It's hard to smile sometimes. I realized that I am no longer young. Time really flies. I realized I'm tired. I'm sick of being tired. And I'm sick of being sick. I force myself to smile because, even though he's gone, he still keeps me going. I know he's with me, and I know that he'll always be with me. I stand back up and wipe away the tears. I take one last look at his grave. I make a quick stop at the ice cream parlor to buy some ice cream. I know he'll love that. It'll make him happy. I drive home and I think about how I'm now a third of the way through my life. I think about all the things that I want to do, all the things I should do, and all the things that I need to do. I think about all the people I want to see, and all the people I don't want to see. I think about the people I love, and the people who don't deserve my love. It's now 3:00 AM and I'm sitting in my living room, watching a movie. It's a movie that always gets me into a good mood. It reminds me of something that happened a long time ago. A time when I still had innocence and optimism. It reminds me of when I was confident in myself and in my feelings. I needed to go back so I could let go.