| The Art of Letting Go
by Consrael
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 do we have to meet only to lose 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
lovethat was meant to be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of a
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 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 knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to but
because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy
but in batallion.
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 reminds 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."
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 to temporarily let go of the
pains.
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 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
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