Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than the person standing in front of youSo you let go.
You let go.
You let go of the judgments.
You let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around your head. You let go of the committee of indecision within you.
You just let go.
There is no effort and no struggle. It isn't good and it isn't bad. It is what it is, and it is just that.
A small smile comes over your face and that is it.