And.

And it hit me one day that if it hurts to read the old messages, I could delete them. If it brings back sad memories, I could erase it. And it was so simple, and so freeing. And I realized I was keeping and wallowing in painful things for no reason at all. Moving on is freedom. Moving on is learning. Moving on is realizing that the only legitimate reason to look back on some things is to learn from them. Painful things and painful times have their purpose, like everything. But dwelling on them is pointless, and dangerous, and even selfish.

Delete them. Erase it. Be thankful for grace and move on.