I feel that I’m still holding on to memories that are already dead and gone. But when you love someone you cannot unlove them, unless, you choose hatred that will over power love. But even then, there will be love somewhere there, at least a bit.
I loved, I love and will continue to love those beautiful moments and I try not to love the person who is now with someone else.
And in the silence of my heart I finally understood that some love stories and meant to be cherished but not possessed. I let go not because I wanted to but because I realized that love is not about holding on to but knowing when to let go. So I had to close the book on us knowing that some stories are never meant to have a happy ending. And as the pages turned I knew that my love for you would forever remain unwritten . In the end it was not the love that hurts but the dream of what we could never be.
So I’ll go far away, away from the reach, oceans apart, forever and forever, leaving all memories and heartaches attached to those places so that I’d never have to come across them again.