The Art of Letting Go

“We often fool ourselves and say, that it’s love only because when it’s gone we end up being lonely. So how are we to know that it is just weren’t so, that we just have to let each other go.”

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 someone bids goodbye? Why does beginning 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 relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is hard as breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you’ll 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.

“There are many times when we share precious moments. But later we realized that they were stolen moments. So how are we to know, that it’s just wasn’t so that we just have to let each other go.”

At the beginning and at the end of the 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 bitter sweet 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 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 a battalion. It seems that everywhere we 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 always like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person isn’t around. Just imagine there are 7 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 sparkle with a considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part also. Not all wishes 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 others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pain. 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. He’s gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn’t mean forever. There will always be a place and time when 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.

“If loving you is all that means to me. And being happy is all I hope you’ll be. If loving you must mean I really have to set you free. [Then let it be]”