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Move On?

Its over, shes gone, and 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 beginnings have an 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 hard as breaking 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 thats the way love goes. Thats the drama, the bitter sweet and 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 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 battalion. 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 eyes and every breath you take always reminds you of her. It feels like you got stabbed 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 its 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 wishes will 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 the 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 live up. It's over. Shes gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't mean forever. There will 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 harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, Somehow, Someday. *Tears will just come out from no where*


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