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Art of letting go

It’s over. He’s gone. Why do we have to part while love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose each other in the end? There are questions left unanswered. Words left unsaid. Letters left unread. Poems left undone. Songs left unsung. Love left unexpressed and promise left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, the hardest thing to do is to say goodbye and to let go. It is hard as breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up all the pieces and fit them together again. More often than not, they who go feel not the pain of parting. It is them who stay behind who suffer, because they are left with the haunting memories of a love meant to me, a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end of the relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love is. That’s the bitter pill. The risk we have to take when we fall. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without knowing why. And we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrow comes not as a single spy but as a battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song that 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 that you takes always remind you of him. Its like a stab of knife, a torture in the night.

Funny how the whole world becomes over populated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are 4 billion of people on earth and yet it seems you fell lonely and empty without each other.

I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art but letting go entails a special skills to be able to sparkle again within a considerable space and time. Time heals the wound but it takes a little more will power, a little more ingenuity on our part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with fairly tale ending and they live happily ever after. Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to cry temporarily to let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like dawn has its dust. Its something we cant control, something we have to live with.

It’s over. He’s gone. But life has to go one. Goodbye doesn’t always mean farewell. There will always come a place and time where question 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.

From: John Carlo Alcantara
My classmate back in College!!!