my friend send this to me:
WhEn L O V E DiEs... by Melanie Lim
Sometimes, love dies. And there is no
explanation for it.
Some of us see it coming. Some of us don't. But most of us try not to
see it at all. Because it is easier to pretend that all is well rather
than admit that your dreams have been shattered and you are left only
with the broken pieces of your heart.
It hurts to imagine the person we love with someone else. It hurts to no
longer be the object of his affections. It hurts to no longer be wanted.
It hurts to be discarded, replaced and dumped unceremoniously like an
old rag that has outlived its usefulness.
It hurts to no longer be loved.
But it happens everyday to the best among us--to the beautiful, the
kind, the talented, the smart, the successful, the multi-awarded. It
happens to the perfect wife, sister, friend and mother. It happens to
the civic leader, the CEO, the cover girl.
We've been raised since childhood to believe that love must last
forever. And perhaps it must.
But isn't it possible to simply be happy for the love you have no matter
if it doesn't last forever? Isn't it possible to simply savor the moment
and become richer by it without wanting to posses it forever? Isn't it
possible to love and let go and love again?
Isn't it possible to love forever but to love different people overtime?
It's all right to no longer be loved. It's all right to stop loving.
It's all right to mourn for love's losses but to condemn yourself to a
life of misery because your love did not last forever is foolhardly. If
love must die, let it go peacefully into the night.
But don't keep score. Love is not a contest. It is not a competition to
see who emerges the prettiest, the craftiest or toughest. Love is what
it is-- a gift. It cannot be forced on anyone.
Neither can it be forced out of anyone. So let it be.
When love dies, hold on to the memories. But let go of the one you love.




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