It’s a really liberating feeling when, after you let go of someone who knew you intimately, you still retain everything about yourself. It always feels like we give ourselves to people and when we lose them, it’s like losing ourselves. But nothing is so freeing as finally remembering that even though they’re gone, we will still cry at that part in our favorite movie. We will still think that word is the prettiest. We will still reread that one book obsessively. We will still talk with the same nuance they had once pointed out. Even after offering someone everything, it is all still intact. It’s not theirs forever. And that’s best feeling there is.