THE ART OF LETTING GO...

Why do we have to part while love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye?
Why do beginning have an end?
Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?
There are question left unexpressed, promised left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is hard as breaking as crystal because you’ll never know when you’ll be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often not, they who go, can’t feel the pain of parting, it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with the 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 ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem but that’s the way love goes, that’s the drama, the bitter, sweet and the risk of falling in loved, after all nothing is constant but changes.
Everything will eventually come to its 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 as a single spy but in a battalion.
It seems like every where 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 will always remind you of him.
It is like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only me is missing.
Just imagine, there are four billion of people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.
I don’t know if it is 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.
No 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 temporarily to let go of the pains,
Every beginning has it ends like every dawn has its dusk.
It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up.
Its over, He’s gone.
There will always be a place and a time were questions will be unanswered, 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………

-author unknown