Today I hit “stop” on the text messages I’ve been receiving for the past three years of Benny’s Brews. I signed up for those when we went to the Beerfest at Montage Mountain when we had just started dating. Every Tuesday those texts have dinged my phone and I would remember the fun we had together, then the pain of losing you. It has been 2 years, 6 months, and 29 days since you said, “goodbye.” I think it is time I let you go. No more hanging on to every shred and tatter of our life together and the thought that you would one day change your mind and take me back. You are gone, and I have to be okay with that.
