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Letting Go ...

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 somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?

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 things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a much treasured crystal ornament, because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up another one that appeals to ur taste or liking. More often than not, those who go, don't really feel the pain of parting: it is those who stay behind that suffer. They are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was so real.

At the beginning and 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 bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us
knowing when, without us knowing how,without us even knowing why.

In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion. It seems that everywhere 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 always reminds you of him/her. It's 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 billions of 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 dubbed with a considerable space, time & courage. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance is the key. Not all love stories end with "...and they live happily ever after." History is history, it's a fact we must accept.

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 to temporarily 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 bear with.

It's over. He's/She's gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. Maybe at one of the many crossroads in life, the person will once again play a role in ur life. Probably there will 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."

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is the act of letting go"