Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to cry when someone bid goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?

There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go feel not the pain of parting; it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was never meant to be, a love that never was.

At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love goes. That’s the drama, the bitter, sweet and risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will come to its end without even knowing when, without knowing how, without knowing why, and we to forget not because we want to but because we must.

In letting go, sorrow come not as a single spy but in a battalion. It seems that in everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath that you take, always reminds you of him. It’s like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes populated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are four billion people on earth, yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.

I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills, sparkle with a considerable time and space. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with " and they live happily ever after ".

Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for another. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pain; every beginning has an end, like every dawn has its dark. It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up with.

It’s over, he’s gone… but life has to go on. Goodbye doesn’t mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered. Words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, Somehow, Someday.