"If someone wants to hurt, I have learned that they will. No matter how much you don’t want them to, if they want to, they will. But this isn’t about people; this is about love because if love wants to hurt, it will. If love is suicidal and not asking to be saved it will drown. And you can hold it up, oh god, can you hold it up. And it will breathe and you will whisper, “Swim darling, swim, the shore is just over there. Swim.” And then love will go limp in your hands. You won’t be able to carry its weight for much longer. So let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
You can wake up tired love with a cup of coffee, but often tired love is really suicidal love that hasn’t quite gotten around to writing the letter. That’s what I’ve learned in my time here. That’s what I’ve learned about people and love. If you love something let it go. Bullshit. If you love something hold onto it tighter than you’ve ever held onto anything. If it can’t love you, let it go. If the love gets lethargic, if the love gets forced, if the love gets reckless, if the love stops talking about the future, because it’s physically impossible to imagine one, let it go.
This is not to be confused with when the person you love comes to you ready to dive into the ocean and never come back. People are different from love. More apt to be saved. I do not know what to say about a tired love besides get ready. One day it will be tired and the next you will wake up in the middle of the night and it will be hanging cold from the ceiling above. If you love something, do not let it go. If the love itself wants to go, it will. And you can fight for those last few days, or you can tell it to dance away into a full moon’s beams or tell the love to pick a flower to perch itself to. When the love gets tired, when the love gets suicidal, you still have time to let it go peacefully. Let it go as beautiful as it was when it was awake and happy. When love gets tired, let it go."