Two painful truths have become clear to me lately: you really can’t go home again… and sometimes love just isn’t enough.
After deciding—again, and this time with my whole body—to let him go and begin releasing him from my heart, something quietly jarring happened. All day I had been receiving signs—little whispers from Spirit—that I would “hear from him.” And in a way, I did…I strongly felt his presence in my space…and in my heart.
The love I feel for this man is deep, profound, and constant. It hasn’t faded with time, distance, or disappointment. I do believe his love for me is real too. That has never been the question. The truth I am finally accepting is harder and cleaner than that: love alone cannot heal fear, undo patterns, or make two people safe together when the ground beneath them is unstable.
As the song says, “sometimes love just ain’t enough.“
Letting go doesn’t mean my feelings change. They don’t. And maybe they never will.
What has changed is my willingness to sacrifice my health, my peace, and my wholeness in the name of love. I am learning that honoring love does not always mean staying. Sometimes it means releasing—with grief, with tenderness, and with fierce self-respect.
You really can’t go home again.
And sometimes, heartbreakingly, “love just ain’t enough.”
Love,
Wendy
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