“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 have to let each other go…”
Its over… 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 cry when someone bids goodbye? Why do beginning has an end? Why do we have to meet only to loose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters 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 crystal because you’ll never know when you’ll 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 are times when we share precious moments
but later realized they are only stolen moments
So how are we to know that it’s just wasn’t so
That we just let each other go…”
At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as if they may seem, but that’s the way love goes. That’s drama, the bitter sweet and risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change, everything will eventually come to an end without asking when, without knowing how without why. And we must forget not because we want to but because we hate to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, every song you sing, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes and every breath you take, it always reminds you of her. Its like a stab of knife, 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 it seems you only 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 considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes do come true. No 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 temporarily to 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 have to live up.
Its over… she’s gone…
But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn’t mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sang in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.
“if loving you is all that means to me,
and being happy is all I hope you’ll be.
If loving you must mean,
I really have to set you free…”