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Why Do Beginnings Have Endings?

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 "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.