The hardest thing about falling in love is falling out of it. The feelings of guilt, regret, self-pity all wrapped into one giant lump in throat that would at anytime turn into a well of tears is unescapable. There is no antidote to it, they just say that time would heal all wounds.
But I don’t think so.
Time merely makes you numb – for a while. Time will merely offer you various things that would keep you preoccupied for a bit. But at the end of the day, the bruise remains. Give it a little poke and the depression will strike all over again.
So what of replacements to lost loves? I think that would only work if you’ve emptied out the space first. It would only work if you no longer yearn to get back what you’ve lost along the way. You’d only have space for someone new if you’ve already accepted the fact that you have got to replace the old one. There in lies the problem. Heartaches prevail because you have afterall chosen to hold on and linger to a past you should have let go of some time back.
Letting go on its own is even a harder concept to grasp. How do you let go of the past and hold on to the sweet memories you’ve gained. Memories after all becomes all the more precious as time passes by. What is letting go in the first place? Acceptance and facing reality?
Maybe. It’s accepting that for a time you’ve been at you’re happiest with someone you’ve absolutely cherished – and that as times change, so does people’s will – and it just so happens that some people’s choice involves not being with you. Depressing as it all may seem, it’s also accepting that life goes on, and that you should continue to search for what will make you happy – sad as it is that you’ve got to know that the state you’re in at the moment is far from the ideal nirvana that you’ve been.
Moving on is facing tomorrow, with all your mustered strength. It’s also knowing that though the pangs of pain may attack you every now and then, you’d know that you’d manage to find your smile – again.
