What if a person treated touch as a precious action only to be indulged when the language of “in love” is spoken, heard and received.
What if looking into someone’s eyes past the point of a friendly gesture would be allowed only to get the attention of someone you want to know much deeper than surface, much longer than a lifetime.
What if tasting was seen as a sacred feast only to be had with the one who has captured your heart for eternity.
What if hearing the voice of the one you love was like a serenade, an offering given to you reminding you of a warm summer night experiencing the cool sprinkling of a beautiful fountain.
What if the fragrance of someone caught your attention devastating your senses with the fresh scent of baked cookies,
bacon, grits and eggs cooked to perfection; they smell like home.
Why not save the sensuality of the senses for the one who knows more about you than those who were the closest to you, that person makes you smile from your eyes to your cheeks and holds you through every hard time and every exuberant celebration.
Letting go is a much more intentional step then moving on. Moving on could imply that the moving on was not by choice. Letting go could imply the same but somehow it seems to me that letting go is an action that one takes because they have reached or made a decision for themselves.
Possibly heart ache, wisdom, self-esteem or courage was the motivator to the letting go. Whatever the motivator, the letting go of someone or something is an intentional action.
Letting go makes room for what or who is next in their lives even if what or who is next is not what one wished.