It sometimes makes me sad, knowing that everything has expiration dates. Even forever is a prescriptive term right? When you look at people you meet along the way, there are those whom you know can only stay for a while but whom you would want to be there for as long as possible. You hold on to them, literally, with the hope that you can cheat destiny and make it believe that it’s only been seconds since that person has been given to you. But fate has a funny way of making you know that it’s time. You feel it, you try to ignore it and even try to justify it. Fate wins. Destiny wins.
For me, fate is a prelude to a decision… and I have finally decided. If letting go means having that person forever, then let it be. There may be no holding of hands; there may be no looking at each other’s eyes with the promise of forever, but a different promise remains. There is a silent vow that with certainty says, “Although the circumstances have changed, we still have each other’s backs.”
To love is one thing, but to genuinely care is another thing. There are no goodbyes but there are a thousand of hello’s that are needed to be uttered and felt. Love is not a noun, it’s a verb, a verb that not only acts but feels. Thank you. It was not good, it was perfect while it lasted.
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