WHY DO BEGINNINGS HAVE AN END?

Why do beginning's have an end? Why do we have
to meet only to lose in the end?

These are questions left unanswered, word 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 a
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...