subject line: the art of letting go. April 17, 2015 by Hannah Brencher louisville, kentucky While she is picking out flowers for their future wedding and pinning expensive engagement ring photos and imagining an elaborate go-to-the-ends of the earth honeymoon, I’m sitting across from him in the library at 1:00 on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. Twin computers mirroring each other, both studying for art history finals, sweatpants-clad, green eyes colliding with the blue of mine making the sea, gut-busting, head on the table laughing over the littlest of things.And this—this is enough.I don’t need elaborate displays of affection. I just want someone who’s going to stay, someone who makes the mundane feel extraordinary.It bothers me that it can’t be him because there’s a her. I’m a novice when it comes to the art of letting go.