Tuesday, June 15, 2004
12:17 AM

... 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 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. 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 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. _______________________________________