Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye is never easy.
No matter what it is for.
Sometimes, a person comes into your life, and changes it so much. Moulding, and touching your life in every way. This person moves you, and makes you see things differently. And sooner or later, you're looking right through that person's eyes. And all you are, what you like, and what you do, merges with this person's. You become one. As if, thinking and breathing together when in reality its nothing but mirage.

Sometimes, you lose someone and have no chance of getting that person back. Someone you loved so much, whose absence, leaves a gaping hole in your heart. A hole, being torn up into a wider abyss, where you pour your sorrows in. And every bad thing that happens, expands the hole until you've nothing left, but the disintegrated veins of your heart, emptiness.

Sometimes, you say goodbye, to save yourself. To resist the temptation of screwing up your life, for a certain better prospect. Its not easy. Its not easy to do what's good for us, especially against how we feel. Especially if the way we feel about a person, strikes us to our knees. When all that touches your mind, is the way the person felt when you hugged. The way the person's smile would light up your day. The way your heart would somersault in excitement, when you see New Text Message From...
Its not easy.


But we must do it.

If we don't move on, where will we be? Stuck?
Stuck. We will be stuck here, in this moment, forever in sorrow. Forever crying over it. Forever wondering, what you did wrong. I'll tell you what you did wrong, you stayed. You stayed there, in one spot, hugging your knees and complaining to the world, how horrible you feel. How you want nothing more in the world than to see the person, touch the person or even hear from the person. 

You did wrong, to wait around for something that's never going to come back. You might think the person will, like a Frisbee. Thrown and just missing for a while. Well, this Frisbee won't come back. Its in your past.

Move on.

Hard, I know. First thing you'd say, "You don't know how I feel." We all do. Do not for one second think, that this is easy, and that we have never been through it because yes, we all have. Get up, and change the world. Enough with the sob stories, and do things to forget. Do things, change the world, help the poor, be happy about something in your life! 

They would be proud to have met you. For you are strong, and powerful, and nothing will change that.