Originally posted by powerstation:
I was actually at a dilemma whether to call her yesterday
when I saw her. But being very worried for her, I called her. And
those memories kept rushing back into my mind after that. I can't
help.
I know I should give up and let her go, since she told me last time
that she is very happy with that guy. And being the fact that
holding on to this will end no direction, so I decided that in
order to end my misery and pain, I have to cut off all ties, even
to the extend of not contacting her, not remaining as friends, even
if we were to see each other on the street, I will just walk
away.
Anyway, I came across this poem and perhaps I want to share with
all here...
[b]The Art of Letting
Go
It's over. She'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 lovethat 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 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. 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.
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~Gives powerstation's head a BIG KNOCK!~
NOW, DOES THAT HURT 
GOOD IF IT HURTS... Now... It'll probably still go away in time...
BUT IF you keep THINKING of HOW MUCH it HURTS TODAY... Then it'll
probably just LINGERS IN YOUR HEAD....
It's OVER means it's OVER. What POEMS? What SONGS? What SHIT?? IT'S
OVER... And NOPE. You DON'T have a CHOICE.
