Paths is for the girls who thought that the relationship that she was in would last forever, to those who gave their all in a relationship only to let go in the end, who lost their soulmates, for the people who spent their youth with their loved ones who taught them a lot, who broke up in good terms, who said that they already moved on but still thinking about their past, and to the one who secretly hoped to see them once again.
My youth is in your past and you taught me a lot.
You taught me a lot of things, expanded my world view, and changed my perspective of life. As we packed up to leave, I knew that I was saying goodbye to something important. We are all going to move forward. People never really leave, love never really leaves. The memories still linger there. The love perhaps fades away, but you will always know the person you loved is still a part of you. You pick up the broken pieces when it falls apart.
“I am sorry we got lost.”
Heaven is not fit to house a love like me. My fear of being real and seen turned me into silence. I crave the connection and comfort, but I’m not always brave enough to reach out. This was our tragedy, to love and to be in love, but never at the same time.
But real love is a verb.
Love is not a trophy to behold, a competition and prize displayed, love is a gentle touch that tears apart the wall you built, keeps you warm. It is a pair of hands that hold when darkness crept. Soul to soul, it sets you free, two souls who share a dream. Perhaps love is not a feeling, but a verb, through action, and watch them grow. Love wants good things for the loved one, so that’s when I know that to love is to let go and set them free.
The art of letting go means you still silently root for him in silence, from a distance, hoping that he always wins in life, living his best and may all his hard work pay off.
To let go means to pray for them, to let go is to accept what it is, what was, and what will be, and to let go also means the last act of love.
I am always proud of you.
I hope I will meet him again in our best condition when my dream and his dream come true, in the best version of ourselves at the right time, and ready to accept each other again.
I still love you, but this time is different, and I still have to live with that.
There is no sad ending, no perfect ending, but infinite ending. I let you live — I let us live our life, all new, all ours, from the very beginning. You go and I stay. We still chase our dreams in different paths.
We’ll be okay.
He is a language I am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read, he is the song that I sing and still feels not very far.
Somehow I hope our paths crossed again in a kinder situation.
