They say when you let something go, it’s a good thing. That which loves you will return for you to keep, and that which doesn’t didn’t belong to you in the first place.
I have to admit that I agree with that for the most part.
But just because it came back doesn’t mean it’s yours to keep. Sometimes it’s only yours to admire.
People are like that. Most of the time if they return because they love you, it’s only because they don’t want to cause you more pain, but they don’t want to be hurt themselves.
Because love is like a butterfly. It’s almost impossible to get your hands on, but if you’re not trying to track it down, it usually just falls on you, soft as a feather. But if you then try to get a grip on it, instead of just enjoying it, generally you’ll kill it or it will fly away, and you’re back to square one.
Sometimes what comes back to you is not yours to keep.
