the art of letting go

why do we have to part while the love is still there? why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye? why do beginnings have an end?
there are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed and promisis left unfulfilled.
in a relationship one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. it is as hard as breaking a crystal rose, becuase you never know when you will be able to pick up the broken pieces again.
at the beginning and at the end of the relationship, we are embarassed to find ourselves alone. unfair as it may seem, but thats the way love goes. everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how and without us knowing why. we must forget, not becuase we want to but becuase we have to.
it seems that everywhere you go, everything that you do, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes and every breath you take always remind you of him. just imagine, there are four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other. i dont know if its worth calling an art, but letting go entails a special skill with a considrable space and time. time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part.
not all love stories end with "and they lived happily ever after" sometimes we have to part becuase of circumstances beyond our control. we have to suffer, if it would mean happiness to others. we have to cry temporarily to let go of pains, every beginning has its end, like every dawn has its dusk, its over, he's gone. but life has to go one. goodbye doesnt mean forever. there will always be a place in time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
somewhere,
somehow,
someday.