By: Mary Ann Calpito
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 lose each other in the end?
“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’s just wasn’t so…that we just have to let each other go…”
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 thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is like breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, those who go, feel not the pain in parting: it is those who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was almost meant to be.
“There are many times when we shared precious moments but later realized they were only stolen moments, so how are we to know that it just wasn’t so, that we just have to let each other go…”
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 sweet bitter risk of falling in love. After all nothing is constant but change. .. everything will eventually come to an end without us knowing when, 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 as single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every movement of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always remind you of him. Its 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 four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without each other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails skills coupled 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 comes 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 provide happiness to others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning have its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we have to accept with faith.
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 ...
"If loving you is all that means to me, and being happy as all I hope you will be, If loving you must mean I really have to set you free"
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 lose each other in the end?
“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’s just wasn’t so…that we just have to let each other go…”
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 thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is like breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, those who go, feel not the pain in parting: it is those who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was almost meant to be.
“There are many times when we shared precious moments but later realized they were only stolen moments, so how are we to know that it just wasn’t so, that we just have to let each other go…”
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 sweet bitter risk of falling in love. After all nothing is constant but change. .. everything will eventually come to an end without us knowing when, 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 as single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every movement of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always remind you of him. Its 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 four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without each other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails skills coupled 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 comes 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 provide happiness to others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning have its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we have to accept with faith.
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 ...
"If loving you is all that means to me, and being happy as all I hope you will be, If loving you must mean I really have to set you free"
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