Sometimes the strongest prayer is, “God, help me let go.”
Not because I stopped caring, but because I finally chose me. I spent too much time hoping you’d become the man I imagined instead of accepting the man you consistently showed me. I thought our values would align but you were like “a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
There were no intentional dates. No consistency. No effort to truly get to know me. The conversations always seemed to circle back to what you wanted physically instead of who I was spiritually, emotionally, and mentally.
And one day it hit me…I was holding on to potential while ignoring reality. So now, I release you. I release the disappointment, the confusion, the “what ifs.” I release the version of you I created in my mind.
I choose peace over mixed signals.
I choose consistency over empty promises. I choose purpose over chasing someone who wasn’t willing to pursue me with intention.
Choosing myself isn’t bitterness it’s wisdom. It’s recognizing that I deserve a love that reflects respect, patience, and genuine commitment. Maybe our paths crossed to teach me a lesson. And that’s okay.
Because every time I release what isn’t meant for me, I make room for what God has prepared for me. Today, I walk away with my heart intact, my standards higher, and my faith stronger. Sometimes the greatest act of self-love is having the courage to say, “I need to release you.”
