I've learned, be it: games, cars, dogs, battles, stuffed animals, arguments, battles, memories, emotions, writings, discussions, books, loved ones, music, hands or hearts, I've never been comfortable with letting go. Some consider that a bad quality, but doesn't that just make me human? Some can walk away so easily. I cannot. Maybe they are right and I am just a big cry baby.

When there is loss and my tummy is twisted and torn and my heart hurts, I know I would rather know I am terrible at letting go, then knowing I had never felt any attachment and that walking away was as easy as chewing gum. For if that was me, then I would be more robotic than human I should think.