On my bathroom floor

This time, almost a year ago, we were talking of how much we meant to each other. A lockdown love story ripe for a happy ending. Except, not quite.

Now, as I love you who is clueless, as the closest of friends, you're telling me that you think a move back home to press reset for yourself, to figure out what you want from life. And through heaving sobs on my bathroom floor and blurry eyes, I type my reply that, if you think it's going to be what you need, then you should do it. You've been talking about this for a while, so this shouldn't hurt as much as it does.

Is this what they mean when they say: if you love them, let them go?