You know that saying, "If you love someone you have to let them go," so that you can better yourself or so they can better themselves? I never really understood that until recently.

When you're in a relationship, especially one that is going at basically 100 miles per hour, it seems like you have forever together. You spend so much time together that you're learning so much. You think you're in love. And then something happens and everything spirals out of control. Hurtful words are spewed. A broken heart consumes you. Of course, you are going to remember all the beautiful moments shared between you two — the constant butterflies you felt when you'd see them and hear their voice. The warmth you felt when you were wrapped in their arms. Staying up late and even falling asleep together. Memories.

But even with those glorious moments, you are constantly reminded of the pain and hurt they caused to your heart and soul. You loved them deeply, and it destroyed you. Seeing their face brings back times but the times aren't good. Everything reminds you of them. You shut down and shut the world out. Near a breakdown, you are still confused.

Me? I was here. I let what they did effect my view on love. I had to realize that, that was just one person. One. Out of millions. Eliminating almost everything, and I mean everything, even if it had a scent of them. When that burden is on you, it creates stress. It brings out the worst in you, and your bad character begins to show. The less you think, the better.

You eventually find yourself done with the process. You learn what to take and what not to take from it. The same way you fell in love with that person, you have to learn how to fall out of love. My mind is literally at ease now. I let the butterflies, that once existed, escape.