I leave go of past relationships with love and clear my spirit of chains to the past to make way for new love to enter my life.

Making way doesn't mean being empty. Nobody arrives at a new relationship as blank space, and the ones who appear to have managed it have usually just hidden the boxes better.

There is a spare room in a lot of houses that is technically full — a bike, three suitcases, the exercise machine nobody uses. It can still take a guest. Somebody spends an afternoon shifting things and the room turns out to have been available all along.

Room for a new person works like that. Not a vacancy. A willingness to move some things, and to let somebody be in the house without being measured, hourly, against whoever used to live there.