The Bench by the River
"When Holding On Hurts More Than Letting Go"
Step 1: Unexpected meeting
It was raining Tuesday when Amaraleo scored. She had forgotten her umbrella - and dived between the next person she could find. Leo, a stranger at the time, gave her a small, terrifying smile and said, "Lots of space."
At that moment, two strangers sharing protection under the grey sky - are strangely important. They began to talk and laugh when the rain became a common adventure rather than an inconvenience. After that day they met again. And again.
Soon it became a habit. Walking around the park. Coffee took part on a river bench. Your place.
Step 2:
Amara of love was all fire and wind - she spoke in metaphor and wrote a poem in her head. Leo was a grounded, calm, and like someone who noticed the details - Amara was the way she placed her hair behind her ears when she was nervous, or brightened her eyes when she talked about her zodiac sign.
Love for Amara quickly became like a spark catching dried leaves. It was slow for Leo - like rising sunlight on the mountains. He took care of her, but he fought with open words.
They fell. In late-night conversation. General silence. Together with warm hands and gentle jacket-like gestures.
Step 3: Cracks appear on
, but love alone is not enough.
Amara dreamed loudly - from the movement to the coast to old growth, of life built in line. Leo listened, but the silence of his answer became even greater. He will hold her hand, but avoid her eyes. He stopped sharing his thoughts. He began to drift slowly.
Amara felt that. The space between them grew like a large, cold river. At first she asked carefully and desperately: "Are you still here with me?"
Leo didn't know how to answer. He loved her, yes - but the fear tumbled around his heart. Fear of commitment. I fear being vulnerable. I'm afraid he wasn't good enough.
Step 4; Fracture
On a cool autumn night, Amara was sitting alone on the bench.
The
was naked. The river was quiet. She clung to the letter she wrote, not knowing whether she would give it to him. In it she poured her heart out - how much she loved him, how difficult it was to feel him slipping down because she couldn't hold onto the session.
He did not come.
They didn't cry tonight. Not because it didn't hurt, but because something deeper has moved on to it. She realized that it didn't mean losing herself for him.
She left a letter on the bench.
Step 5: Lot
The Letter Loud:
"Leo,
I love you - not your thoughts, you will strike with all your calmness.
I let go.It's not because I stopped loving you. But because I began to love myself.
I hope you find peace in your own time. I hope you open up your heart, even if it's not for me.
Always,
Amara. “
She went out of the bank, the river, the dream she once had. Every step was injured - but every step was also the start.
Step 6: Psychology Behind Pain: Chasing after loving someone is one of the most difficult emotional tasks faced by a person. Love activates our brain's reward system - dopamine, oxytocin, and bond bonds create a sense of security and happiness.
However, when love is uncertain, inconsistent, or one-sided, it resolves fear as addiction, fear of abandonment, and even emotional withdrawal symptoms.
Amara's decision to let go was not brave. It was healthy. She finds that someone is stuck on someone who could not sacrifice her peace, her self-worth and clarity in her.
LODING GO is the process in which self-love is lamented, healed and rediscovered.
Step 7: Healing begins for
weeks. The pain remained, but Amara began to heal.
I started again with
journaling. She drank coffee. She smiled at the sunrise and was grateful to feel something other than her longing.
Sometimes she drove the river bank. She thought she saw Leo sitting alone and breaking something in her hand.
, but she didn't stop. She didn't have to do that.
Because love taught its power:
True love respects both hearts, and if it is no longer possible, letting go is not a failure - it is free.
About the Creator
Hanjala
"Within words, I search for myself—in moments, mistakes, and stories of breaking and becoming. Whatever leaves a mark on my soul, I set free on the wings of letters."
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