Two Men

Today I let go of two good men in my life. One to God where he rightly belongs. The other one to the girl of his dream.

So this is how letting go feels – in oblivion, in daze, like a dream. Maybe close to denial. I hope this is not happening.

And what does it mean? Another denial but that to self. A death to self. The path to selflessness. Maybe close to dreaming and hoping for the best not of the self anymore but the other person. Respecting their choices, honoring God’s best for them. The path they have chosen, the path He had revealed.

So goodbye *Hassan, my dear friend and soulmate. Goodbye *Laam, my dear brother and friend.

Can there be love in letting go? Or is it the path of loving itself, to let go?

What I know is that I have loved, is loving and will love some more that is why I’m letting go.

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