ei guys, i know this is long but this is worth a read...hope to hear from you after giving this just your little time...tenkyu!!!
“We often fool ourselves and say that it’s love only,
‘Cause when it’s gone we end up being lonely.
So how are we to know that it just wasn’t so?
That we just have to let each other go.”
It’s over. He’s/she’s gone. Why do we
have to part while the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer? Why do we
have to meet only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters unread, poems
undone, songs unsung, love unexpressed,
promises unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest
things to do is saying goodbye and letting
go... It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you’ll never know when you
would be able to pick up the pieces
again. More often than not, they who go feel not
the pain of parting. It is they who stay behind
that suffer because they are left with
memories of a love that was meant to be,
a love that was.
“There were many times when we shared
precious moments,
But later realized that they were only stolen
moments.
So how are we to know that it just wasn’t so?
That we just have to let each other go.”
At the beginning and at the end of the relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love
goes. That’s the drama, the bittersweet and
risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is
permanent but change. Everything will
eventually come to its end without us knowing
when, without us knowing how, without
us knowing why. And we must forget not
because we want to but because we need to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a
single spy but in battalions.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do, every song you hear,
every turn of your head, every beat of your heart,
the blink of your eyes, and the breath that
you take always remind you of him/her. 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 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 all wounds but it takes a little
push on our part. Not all wish comes true.
Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control. We
have to suffer if it would mean happiness for
others. We have to cry temporarily to let go of
the pain.
Every beginning has its end as every
dawn has its dusk. It’s something we can’t
control, something to live up.
It’s over. He’s/she’s gone. But life has to
go on. Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time to
where and when questions will be
answered, words will be spoken, letters will
be read, poems will be recited and promises will
be fulfilled. Somewhere, someday,
somehow... = )
-
ANONYMOUS


