Plummet to affliction

Letting go of someone so dear is like watching an elephant dangling from a tree. It is unheard of, it is quite impossible but not necessarily non-imaginable.

Waiting for the inevitable fall.

Martyrdom doesn't really mean to die for the sake of many or for one. Well of course, that would mean defying dictionary-term definitions, but is there a need for death to prove we care? In love, we get that a lot especially from romance films that sacrifice signifies the greatness of one's affection towards another. The greater the sacrifice, the greater the love is (yeah right~).

Think Bea and John Lloyd: Girl meets Boy, they fall in love. Years passed Boy falls out of love and despite the heart's protest, Girl accepts this fate and lets it all go. Just to secure Boy's happiness.

This is what I mean by the common set up in most heartbreaking scenes for romance flicks. Or it might be the other way around. The male protagonist would be the one to play the hero and smile sadly as he watches the girl he loves run into the arms of the newfound happiness.

It's not exactly death, but the torment blustering inside could naturally equate it so. For the select who haven't lived the experience, we hear stories, catch it on movies, dramas and read about them. We may even sometimes laugh about them and say how corny, how unreal and pathetic it all sounds. However, once the tables have turned it would be our past selves who will jest about our plight.And it's because we can only think of it but not really feel it. Like hearing people out or giving pieces of advice to a friend, you'll never know exactly what to say unless you've been there and gone through with it yourself.

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How many times should you let someone go until you'd just stop and think, "why"?

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You love them, care for them and eventually assume that they'd stay in your life for more than forever, but what happens if they don't? Not that I'm being pessimistic.

But that's the way it is. The Inevitable is herald to departure and farewells. As much as we'd want them to stay, their lives are not in our hands and their choices are not ours to make.

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Why bother clinging to someone too much when you know at the end of it all, suffering awaits? Masochism.

Sacrifice. And the best damn answer, Love.

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To recall, I heard someone say to me once, "It's love when you choose to keep all the hurt inside just to spare those special people from frowns and aches."

Just to say triumphantly (or tragically) that they deserve to be happy (like you don't?).

The thing is we all do deserve to be happy, and insisting to continuously mend something broken would later on wear it out until it becomes irreparable. 

 

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Why prolong the agony of having no more love at all?

I say let the elephant have his fall.