Questions left unanswered

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

There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone,
songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promise left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to
do is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is 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 them who
stays behind that suffer, because they are left with
memories of love that was once meant to be.
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 bittersweet and the risk of
falling in love. After all, nothing is constant,
all changes. Everything will eventually
come to its end, without knowing when,
without us knowing why.
And we must forget not because we want to
but because we have to.
In letting go sorrows come not as a single spy
but in battalion. 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 your heart, every blink of your eye,
and every breath you take always remind you of him.
It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night.
Funny how the world become depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine, there are four billion people on earth
and 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
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 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 others.
We have to cry temporarily, let go of the pain.
Every beginning has its end as every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we have to live up with.
It's over. He's gone. Life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time where questions 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.....