Letting go isn't easy- sometimes we don't let go but circumstances are such that we are forced to.
I suppose over the past couple of months I realised absence does really help with letting go. Moving on with your life, yeah you still remember sometimes but you just keep going. That's what I feel like I'm doing, I'm just moving. I just have to keep going. Even if I don't want to, even if I'm not ready.
After a while you come to a time when you can look back and laugh at how things have changed, how much you've changed.
A lot of the time I feel like I'm in a bubble surrounded by words around me trying to define me and people just zooming past like a scene in a American high school movie where the new kid is walking past tons of students not knowing what's going on.
I suppose when you let go- you feel slightly lost, displaced.
(I was just thinking about some stuff, I don't know if I made sense, sorry)