Hi, Hello, it’s nice to see you again, I didn’t quiet expect this… i don’t know what to say, seems so strange to see you standing there. Thought you left forever now you reappear. Yes i know it’s been along long time and yes we left on a sad one note that let two has said goodbye but here we are, my heart beats once again.. is this a new beginning what can i say well hello…

well what can i say ’bout the irony of life… and love. after so long i saw somebody… someone who makes me smile. and the funny thing about it is… i cant say anything but hello… i know that somehow this person helps me to smile and open up my life again… in short i am inspired by somebody else… hmp to him… thank you! even though i know that i can’t see you once again.

life is so beautiful although it is full of trials… trials that makes us become  more beautiful and whole. sometimes, trials lead us into pain and we want to give up. but then hold on… trust in God completely and one day you can say… thank god for you make me a better person after all!

smile and leave your life to the fullest

it’s really good to know that somebody love and care for you… that somebody is spending time to think and dream of you. but the irony of life and love is when…. when you  met the one you love but that person belongs to someone else, but still you are willing to love him/her despite and inspite of the situation. and there’s also a person behind you, who love you so much but you can not respond on that love…. because for you he/she is just a friend.

sometimes we met the right person at the wrong time… and all we can do is to let go… even if letting go means letting go of your dreams…, hopes and love for that especial person. there are so many letters left unread, song left unsung, promises that is left undone… because you have to set him/her free.

We often fool ourselves
And say that it’s love
Only cause when it’s gone We end up being lonely
So how are we to know That it just isn’t so
That we just have to let each other go
There were many times
When we shared precious moments
But later realized they were only stolen moments
So how are we to know That it just wasn’t so
That we just had to let each other go

If loving you is all that means to me
When being happy is all I hope you’d be
Then loving you must mean
I really have to set you free

Each day remains my love for you
Keeps growing stronger But everytime we meet
Makes leaving you so much harder
So how are we to know That this just wasn’t so
That we just have to let each other go

If loving you is all that means to me
When being happy is all I hope you’d be
Then loving you must mean
I really have to set you free
Letting go is not an easy task
When smiling feels like
I must wear this lonely mask
It hurts deep inside And I just cannot hide
That there’s anguish at the thought
That we should have to part

If loving you is all that means to me
When being happy is all I hope you’d be
Then loving you must mean
I really have to set you free

If loving you is all that means to me
When being happy is all I hope you’d be
Then loving you must mean
I really have to set you free

now i know… it’s hard to let go… but then it helps me to grow.

It’s over. H’es gone.

Why do we have to part while
the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when
someone bids 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, songs left unsung,
loved left unexpressed,
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 behnd that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of love
that was meant to be,
a love that 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 bittersweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, noting is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to it’s end
without us knowning when,
without us knowing how,
without us knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come
not a single spy but in batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of you heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath
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 depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are a billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.

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

Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It’s something we can’t control,
something we had to live up.

It"s over.
H’es gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.
There will 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 be expressed in solitude and
promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

* This poem was written by someone else and not by me. I just though it’s a great poem that everyone with a broken heart can relate too. *