To all those who've tasted happiness...
To all those who've given someone a reason to smile...
To all those who've made someone's world a better place....
To all those who've been touched by love...
Memories fade away. Love alters. Feelings weaken.
Time has a funny way of making us feel whole again - burying the past and building a future in denial.
A decade down the line, or maybe two, what we truly long for is not a face or a person. It's not even something tangible for that matter. It's the very emotion - the way your heart swelled at the sight of someone, the peace that filled the very pores of you just by knowing that they are there. Just the thought that you were loved or that you too were capable of loving someone. It's that empty space inside of us which we long to fill. But sometimes some losses are too painful to be canvassed.
In love we all find hope. A hope of a better future. A hope of a happier life. A hope that tells us that nothing could hurt us anymore. After all, scraped knees and lost pencils are so much better than lost love and broken hearts.
We live in the very hope of possibilities and that is what makes us human, I suppose. We are a naïve race who has known loss, gain, sorrow, joy, triumph and death. We've taught ourselves to find light in the darkest of corners, love in the most barren wastelands and happiness in the face of tragedy. We've outgrown jealousy, spite, arrogance and indifference. We've seen so much, survived so much and inflicted so much more that it's hardly a surprise that we grieve so little even when the loss wreaks us on the inside.
It's strange how something as fragile as love is capable of making us so strong. While it's sudden absence makes us even stronger.
To have loved someone so deeply that their absence never becomes real makes you incapable of ever realising what just slipped your fingers. Even in their absence, their presence is palpable. A constant nudge in some unconscious corner of your mind that makes you almost believe that they'll walk through that door any second now. Years pass. Disappointment becomes pain, pain become a habit, habit becomes a part of your life and life, well, it goes on. I don't know if the concept of "moving on" is even real. I can't say for I haven't moved on - I don't really think I can. But even if I could, would I want to?
And though I am only human which makes me totally capable of getting used to your absence, I want you to know that you've always been loved. There is not a single day I haven't used denial as a tool for survival. Not a single time I've walked into something of yours without wanting to rip out the pain from the inside. Not a single morning I've woken up without wanting to tell you how much I love you. And not a single night when I've gone to sleep without regretting all those chances I missed to make you smile. I love you like the Sun loves its light, like the seas love the shore, like the winds love to sing and the rivers love to flow. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Always. Forever.
To all those who've given someone a reason to smile...
To all those who've made someone's world a better place....
To all those who've been touched by love...
Memories fade away. Love alters. Feelings weaken.
Time has a funny way of making us feel whole again - burying the past and building a future in denial.
A decade down the line, or maybe two, what we truly long for is not a face or a person. It's not even something tangible for that matter. It's the very emotion - the way your heart swelled at the sight of someone, the peace that filled the very pores of you just by knowing that they are there. Just the thought that you were loved or that you too were capable of loving someone. It's that empty space inside of us which we long to fill. But sometimes some losses are too painful to be canvassed.
In love we all find hope. A hope of a better future. A hope of a happier life. A hope that tells us that nothing could hurt us anymore. After all, scraped knees and lost pencils are so much better than lost love and broken hearts.
We live in the very hope of possibilities and that is what makes us human, I suppose. We are a naïve race who has known loss, gain, sorrow, joy, triumph and death. We've taught ourselves to find light in the darkest of corners, love in the most barren wastelands and happiness in the face of tragedy. We've outgrown jealousy, spite, arrogance and indifference. We've seen so much, survived so much and inflicted so much more that it's hardly a surprise that we grieve so little even when the loss wreaks us on the inside.
It's strange how something as fragile as love is capable of making us so strong. While it's sudden absence makes us even stronger.
To have loved someone so deeply that their absence never becomes real makes you incapable of ever realising what just slipped your fingers. Even in their absence, their presence is palpable. A constant nudge in some unconscious corner of your mind that makes you almost believe that they'll walk through that door any second now. Years pass. Disappointment becomes pain, pain become a habit, habit becomes a part of your life and life, well, it goes on. I don't know if the concept of "moving on" is even real. I can't say for I haven't moved on - I don't really think I can. But even if I could, would I want to?
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