"The moment rewinds like a film in
my mind. There always comes a time to an ending I despise. Someday, when it's
not too late; Someday, when I stop myself from running your way. Will I see the
good in good-bye, you say?"
The pain of letting go - why does one
have to go through it? Is it not easier to not love at all and live as detached
beings. Are the forgetful really that blessed?
Had I wished to, I could choose to
erase your presence from my life like death rips soul from a body; gracefully, not
a trace left behind. But I chose the path of dealing with the pain; of
memorizing it and accepting it as my very own. It's a slow gradual process but
it is also the one that'll truly acknowledge your presence in my life; like the
last rites are performed to redeem a soul from the worldly belongings. It is
painful, true; but it is only after you have earned the redemption that your
journey begins; that you can truly say that you have really loved.
You never acknowledged my presence in
your life. You may also wonder what about us stirred such strong emotions in
me. It could have been a look, or a touch, or a few words exchanged out of
sheer politeness. The truth is that even I am unaware. But what I do know with
certainty is that when I discover it I would have discovered something I don't
have a name for.
Every strong relationship writes on
art, I feel. But maybe, it was only I amongst both of us who gave this
relationship the tangible form that it deserves. I couldn't voice it earlier
because I was apprehensive about what you might think. But now it's time for me
to leave and I guess I have nothing else to lose.
With Love,
To the person you used to be.
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