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 someone bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to loose in the end?
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.
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 knowing why. And we must forgive not because we want to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not in a 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 billions of people on earth. And yet it seems you feel empty without the other. I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkle with a considerable skills and time. Time heals all wound but it would take a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. 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 pains. Every beginning has its end, like every dawn has its dusk. It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up.