the art of letting go
It's over. He'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 cry when somebody bids goodbye?Why do beginnings have an end?Why to we have to meet only to loose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered,words left unsaid, letters left unread,poems left undone, songs left unsung,love left unexpressed,promises left 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 will 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.
In letting go,sorrows come not as a single spy but in a battallion.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 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 all wounds but it takes a little push on our part.Acceptance plays a part.Not all love stories end with"...and they live happily ever after."
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we had to live up.
It's over.
He's gone. But life has to go on.Goodbye doesn't always means forever.There will always be a place and timewhere 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.
