Have you ever wondered why some good things never last? Why do beginnings always have an end? Why is love so darn complicated?
These are few of the many questions that's been hanging on my mind and no matter how I try these questions are left unanswered. There are words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled. I guess, the story never ends after all.
In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is to say goodbye and to let go. It's like breaking a crystal, once broken you just know you’ll never be able to pick up the pieces again and you can never be whole again. More often than not, the one who left feel not the pain of parting, it is the who stayed behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of love that was not meant to be.
At the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us even knowing why…and we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always remind you of him. It’s like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.
I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heals wounds but it takes push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with “happily ever after.”
We hate to suffer if it would mean happiness to others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pain. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up with.
It’s over, he’s gone. But life has to go on even without him. Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, somehow, someday there'll be a love that will be truly meant for us and we wont have to let go anymore.