It truly is an aching feeling to the heart, when you are letting go someone. May it be different situations, somehow separation always feels the same. That sudden realization, that “it’s gone”, or “it’s over”, brings a cloud of sorrow, chocking us. Filling our world, with despair.
I still remember the time my sis left for Australia. It wasn’t the same as when she left for Singapore. I can’t explain, but maybe it’s the distance? That I actually knew this time it would be so far away. I didn’t cry when she walked through that departure gate, I didn’t cry when we were in the car on out way home from the airport, I didn’t even cry when I was in the bath. But as I rolled unto my bed, I looked up at the ceiling. It was then, I realize my sis is so far away. That it was so hard to communicate to anyone right now. There’s no one to cover my back. Even though people might say technology connects the whole world, it’s different! Connection depends on distance for me. I connect better with people face to face. I can’t fellowship through a freaking phone line. That’s bull. To me.
Breaking up is the same. We agreed on a mutual break up. After a day or two, you scream to yourself , “what have I done!!!” It’s that attachment, that intimacy, that draws a couple together to establish a relationship, sharing their hearts to each other. When they break up, it’s as if you take to pieces of paper, glue them together, and then tear them apart. There are gonna be torn pieces left hanging. Just the way a little boy rides the bicycle for the first time without the two support wheels, he will definitely fall down, bruising his knee, leaving an open wound. It will hurt so badly, that the kid will just cry and cry and cry.
Some of that us, are like that little kid. We get wounded from relationships, get broken, battered, hurt. But always remember, there’s a father that picks that kid up. That rubs off the dirt on his wound and blows a gentle breeze to ease the pain. We all have that same loving father, one who helps us up from every stumble. Guiding us, training us, supporting us. But in the end, it is up to us to decide whether we want to help ourselves. Because only we have that final decision and choice, to determine our own action.
“When friendships are real, they are not glass threads, or frostwork, but the solidest things we know. A friend is the first person who come in when the whole world has gone out.”
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