Do you remember the saying, “there is no use crying over spilled milk”?
I never really learned the meaning of it until I had to let go of someone I did not want to lose.
I learned to recover from the loss (and to cry if I must), and I learned to realize that there’s no way to get it back, at least not in the way or the form that I had it before.
It is called acceptance. And it is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
Because sometimes there is no other choice, but to accept the fact that the milk is gone.
And perhaps for good.
©2017 annalise fonza, Ph.D.