"The Art OF Letting Go"

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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 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, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled. In a relationship, the hardest thing to do is to say goodbye and 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 love that was meant o be. A love that was. At the beginning and at the end of the relationship, we are embarassed 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 it's end without us knowing why. And we must forget, not because we want to, but because we have to. In letting go, sorrows comes not as a single spy but a 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. 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 four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without each other. I don't know if it is worth calling an art, but letting go entails a special skill to be able to sparkle again within a considerable space in time. Time heals all wounds 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 witht he fairy-tale ending-and they live happily ever after. Sometimes, we have to part because of the circumstances beyond control. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end. Every dawn has its dusk. It is something we can't control, Something we have to live with. It's over, He's gone,but life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't mean farewell, There will always come 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 is all i hope you'll be, if loving you must mean i really have to set you free..." Then by all means GO.