Tuesday, August 02, 2005

brooding --- again.

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the moody monster is back. :)

9 comments:

Quentin said...

you know, i've heard someone tell me that -_-

cherry-flavored ampalaya said...

I see somebody has been to and from Post Secret already. Sigh.

kalypso said...

@ quentin

huwow! *sniff-sniff*

poison ivy said...

-H-A-R-A-K-I-R-I-

phoebe said...

omg patty...i'm feeling the exact same thing. grr. am making my post..hopefully i can contain it EOD.

smile. it's the least that we can do to mask misery. ;)

Cecille said...

alam mo, may pinagsabihan ako nyan dati.
pero ... valid ang reason why he's not fighting for me :(

phoebe said...

i found this online..not sure if you have squabled in it in the past but heck..i took the liberty of posting away..while am not ready to post it in my blog yet :,(

Why do beginning's have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose out in the end? These 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's as 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 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 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 even knowing why...and we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come not as 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 eye and every
breath you take always remind 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 four 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 wounds but it takes push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end
with "happily ever after."

We hate to suffer if it would mean happiness to 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 with. 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...

Jopen said...

..kakagaling ko lang sa isang napakasayang lakwatsa sa Melbourne... kaya ayoko madepressed... hekhekhek.. but I have received a perfect answer to my question... and that in itself was worth all the money I spent for this trip....

eventuallypretty said...

phoebe: awww... sniff.