letting go: defined as being able to release and move on.
there's always that someone in your life that you would need to let go some point or other in time. that someone whom you used to talk to everyday. sms daily. wake up to that morning msg smiling and fall asleep reading the good night wishes. that someone whom you'd think of every single second. every waking moment. and hoping to see in your dreams. you spend every moment you can together. and the days seems to stretch out endlessly. and then suddenly everything juz stops.
no more calls. no more sms. no more time spent together.
and all that was left was a broken heart. tears and memories.
you tried to pick the pieces up and find someone else to depend on. coz after all. you are a girl. and when a girl cries. it means she isn't able to hold in the all the pain and hurt any longer. someone else may enter the picture. someone who was able to let you forget all that pain and hurt temporarily. but weeks. months. years into that relationship. you realized you were lying to yourself. and to all those people out there. and also that person who was there for you.
there's a hurt that could be compared to losing someone. to see someone you love still loving someone else. that hurt cuts like knives. and there's nothing he can do but watch you walk away. back into the hurt.
but you were not walking back to him. you were walking back into memories. the memories and silly moments you shared. rereading the sms in the phone. reliving in the moments of bliss. and then you woke up to another day. alone.
it takes time to move on. it may be days. weeks. months. years. and no matter how long it takes. he will always be a part of you. and no matter how much you wish for things to be back to the past. it can no longer be possible. coz there's too much pain and heartache left behind. souring those sweet memories.
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i always thought i was strong enough to move on from every failed relationship. but i ain't. i'm not as strong as i thought i was. i relived every moment i could. i was blinded and had no wish of healing.
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you chose to let go after a while when you realized that it was a dead end you were running towards and all you were met with were brick walls. with no way out. and everytime when you feel that you've moved on. something will throw you back to where you once were. and it was from square one that you had to start all over from.
you crawl. you beg. you tried to stand up once again. but all failed. and in your life you have never failed at something as miserably as this. you feel like crying your heart out once again. but this time. there's no one there to pick you up. to hug you and tell you that all will be ok. no one. you are all alone.
and as you get older year after year. and you realized you haven't gotten over him. you think back more often. you think about the what ifs. the buts. and then you realized how stupid and dumb you really are and vowed to move on. but. you can't. you are like cemented to the ground. and no matter how much pushing. how much digging. there's no way you are moving.
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travel is my escapade. to escape all these pain. all the memories. i travel to start new memories without you. i travel to discover. i travel to become independent. i travel to find back the me before you. and so my next big travel is to tibet. a world in its own. a place of peace. hoping to find myself again.
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in the years of missing him. you lost yourself to the world. you are a lifeless body walking the earth. not sure what you wanted. or what you wanna do. you have no focus. no dreams. no motivation. and when he suddenly flashes back into your life. the tunnel seemed to have a light at the end of it. no matter how short term it may be.
it kept you happy for a couple of days. and everything went back to normal. you back to that lifeless crust. and he has no idea what he had juz done. you were crushed. and then you thought to yourself. the next time he appears. you would ignore him. but surprise surprise. you were unable to resist him every single time. juz what a loser you are. but like every other time. you promise yourself to resist him when he comes knocking on your door. and this time. this time round. you try your very best. and although you and i both know it'll hurt like hell. like the other times. with time. you'll get over the pain once again.
and slowly. a few years down the road when you do meet him. i hope you will be strong enough to say hi and walk off unhurt.
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the best part of it all? not to meet or contact ever again. it'll hurt in the initial phase. but after some time. it'll become juz another memory. another scar. and probably i'll finally have the courage to move on.