The Art of Separation
People come and go, right?
I used to believe that you’re the one. You make me feel so loved. I like the way you hug me, kiss me, and tell me not to leave you. I like everything about you, the big things and the small things. I like your thoughts, I like the way you speak, I like your sparkly eyes when you tell me about everything that you like. I’m so blessed to have known you and to have loved you. Since the first time I heard your voice, your hand in mine is all I have yearned for. Everything seems perfect. But in the middle of our journey, you decided to leave.
Well, people come and go, right? That is something I am always convinced of. Despite the fact that I always believe those things, actually I hate it.
I hate separation.
Why do I have to meet you if I’m going to lose you anyway? Those questions keep lingering in my head. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never imagined we would end like this. I thought that we were infinite.
Do you know other things that I hate?
Nostalgia.
I am always crying and gasping for breath every time you cross my mind. Nostalgia sucks, even though some people say that nostalgia is the beauty of thinking of the past. But, I hate it. I hate it because it brings to mind the fact that you are no longer present. Nostalgia teaches me that memories are haunting ghosts that never leave us alone.
However, the separation makes me realize that when someone enters your life and becomes a constant part of it, the feelings they’re gonna give are endless. You will feel extremely happy because they give you joy. And yet, you will be extremely sad because they abruptly exit from your life. You will become hopeful and then you lose faith. You find a home and then you feel abandoned. It’s a never-ending roller coaster of emotions that happens without explanation. The emotions you despise yet must endure.
Well, maybe Colleen Hoover is right. She said that,
“Maybe love isn’t something that comes full circle. It just ebbs and flows, in and out, just like the people in our lives.”
Because in the end, people are nothing but lessons and stories.
