Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

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 crystal because you'll never
know when you will be able to pick up the pieces
again. More often than not, they who go, feel
not the pain of parting:it is they who stay
behind that suffer, because they are left with
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 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. And we must forget
not because we have to but because we have to.

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 billion 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 sparkled with
a considerable space and time. Time heals all
wounds but it takes a little push on our part.
Acceptance plays a part. 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 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 had to live up.

It's over. He's/She'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.

Studying is the one allergic to me.