One day…. Everything will fade away.
Left you a story
When you tell a heartbreak story to someone. The most common respond they’re going to say is “ just get over it”. Easy for them to say, the story didn’t hurt them, it hurted you. Can’t help but roll my eyes everytime I get that kind of respond. I don’t believe in get over it. What is that means anyway? Simply walk over it like walk over a dying corpse? No! Because a corpse cannot rise from the dead and hurt you twice, a story can. Especially a story that still have feelings involved. Far too dangerous to think of. Remember the sleeping beauty princess who was cursed to go to sleep after a single touch from a spinning wheel? Well, this is the same. One touch - that’s all it needs.
In every second of loneliness, every moment of despair
despair to hold on. hold on to long lost love
love that just not right.
When the more it heals the worse it hurts.
For the first time I listened to that lyrics, I couldn’t understand. Took me awhile to realize “some wound I better let it hurts rather than flounder to cover it”. And it’s true. If you can’t break what already broken, you also can’t hurt what already damaged. Simple calculation. Leave the wound the way it was left by the one that came before. Don’t scratch it. Not today, not tomorrow it will heal. Maybe next year. But the fastest way to heal is to not do anything. I know how ridiculous it sounds. Said from a girl who tried every way human can possibly think of. It never worked. It won’t be.
Or maybe not. Maybe it’s not how the world works. I could be wrong. All I know is that after years and years of trying I finally gave up. So sick of trying. This time I’ll’ just let it be.
Whatever it is, it will end eventually. Nothing could last forever. Not even the greatest love. Remember your first date when you were young? After it’s done you maybe post some photo on instagram with the most epic caption you could think of. Dramatic stuff like… I will love you forever OR I can never love anyone ever again. What a silly girl. Wake up bitch. It happened and it’s done. I will never have to feel whatever I felt again. In fact, I don’t feel a damn thing anymore.
What I’m trying to say is… everything will come to an end. Doesn’t matter how much it was. What really matter is how much it is at this moment. If love can comes to an end then why can’t pain?
It was sad to look at old pictures I took with my ex. We had such a sweet moment. And then what? It ended long long time ago. All the promises gone away when the wind blow. I’ve gotta let it go. Today I’m very happy to erase everything from my instagram. I’ve never felt more relief. Memory is what I used to hold most dear. No matter how hurt it was I can’t just let it go. Knowing that hugging dying memories will cause my heart deeply in pain.Yet I was so stubborn. I insisted not to let them go. I would fight whoever it is that try to took it away from my arms. Bu today, I am the one who let it go. With my willing, I’m more than happy to let go of everything. Because I finally learn. One of the most important key to live my life happier than it was. LET IT GO
One day, you will be able to open the old box you kept in the closet for a very long time. Even you who put it there are going to forget that it was there after all this time. Inside, lying in there, old memories. They made you laugh and smile and cry when you were young. But now you are not the same girl anymore. Pick up the pictures to see one last time. Whatever that made you cried will make you smile. You don’t forget about what happened. No. You remember. But the story that doesn’t has a memory cannot make you cry. One last look before you put it back and close the box forever. That’s when you know it’s done.