Why do we have to part while love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we cry when someone bids goodbye?
Why do beginning has it’s end?
Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, poems left undone, songs left unsung, Love left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is hard as a breaking crystal because you’ll never know when you’ll be able to pick pieces again.
More often than not they who go feel the pain of parting, it is they who stay behind that suffer because they are left with memories that was unfair, as it may seem but that’s the way love goes.
That’s the drama, the bitter, sweet and risk of falling in love.
After all nothing is constant but CHANGE.
Everything will eventually come to it’s end without us knowing how, without us knowing why.
And we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.
In letting GO, sorrows come not in a single spy but in batallion.
It seems like in everywhere you go, everything you do, every turn of your head, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take will always remind you of him.
It’s like a stab of knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world become depopulated when only one person is missing, and 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 sparkle with a considerable space and time.
Time heal all wounds but it takes a little push on our part, acceptance plays a part.
Not all wishes come true, not all love stories ends with happiness "and live happily ever after".
Sometimes we have to suffer part of it because of circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would mean happiness to others.
We have to cry temporarily to let go of the pains.
Every beginning has it’s end like every dawn has it’s clusk..
It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up, "IT’S OVER, HES GONE". But life has to go on.
Goodbye has doesn’t always meant forever.
There are always be a place and time were 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 that will be expressed in solitude and PROMISES that will be fulfilled.
Somewhere.. Somehow.. Someday..
