He used to hold on to everything. People who had changed. Dreams that no longer felt like his. Moments he wished he could live just one more time. He thought letting go meant giving up, as if releasing something would make everything it once meant disappear. So he held on, even when it hurt. Until one day, he realized he could treasure what had been without asking it to return. For the first time, he stopped reaching for the past and opened his hands to whatever came next. And strangely, what he felt wasn't emptiness. It was freedom.