LOST AND FOUND : LETTING GO


“I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.”

Sarah Dessen


People inspire you, or they drain you – pick them wisely.


In life you have two loves: one who changes the way you see yourself and the world, and the other who puts you back together after you’ve lost the first.


Sometimes, you just don’t see the pure evil in someone so close to you because you want to believe with all of your heart that they are just going through some rough years. When in reality, they are damaged and only care about themselves.

~ a sad true story


Things are never lost completely..
they are put away, misplaced or taken by someone else..
sometimes, they are transformed into something else..
just like the love you have for someone who is gone;
that love does not disintegrate..
one day when you least expect it,
you will find that things are less achy..
you will be amazed at how much the heart can bear..
and yes, you will be grateful for all that you’ve lost and all that you’ll find..
in time..


In an ideal world, you’d hope that everyone is paired. I  base this on the idea that everyone should at least have one person who would go to them. Ideally, your mother would have your father. Ideally, your daughter would have her husband; Ideally, you would have your lover. Throwing a monkeywrench into this, however, is age, more specially, a child has yet to meet their significant other, so they would have no one. This lack of attachment strikes me stronger than anything else, and that is why I apply my altruism to this situation. I would simply choose the person who has no one, so that they would have someone. even if that person is a complete stranger, as long as my loves are loved I would seek out the unloved and make them loved.


What’s the best relationship?
It’s when you both know you’re in love with each other,  yet you stay friends.


Letting go is what you do when you can’t hold on anymore. As if your hands are trying to grasp a grease-covered rope, a smooth-furred cat, or a friendship long past, slowly fading into the mist like a dream upon awaking. Letting go isn’t something you always want to do, and sometimes you grasp and flail and try to find some piece of what was there, but it’s gone. You try to figure out how it slipped away, and why you didn’t handcuff yourselves together when you could see clearly that you were standing side by side. Other times you don’t try to hold on. Other times, you see the thing you love walk away, down a long path, waving, or just going slowly, hands in pockets, down a trail that eventually ends in mist. Usually, when you watch them go, you realize what’s happening a little too late and you try to chase after them, to call into the mist and search and search, but you come out on the other side and find yourself alone.

Maybe you have a number that you’ll never call, or an address you’ll never write to, because you let it slip away.

Sometimes, you think about it, and you realize that maybe you could hold on, maybe you could struggle to find a foothold or a place where the rope comes unwound, and you could keep this thing if you both really tried. But you don’t, because it would be so painful, and because deep down you believe that one day you’ll be left alone, and all your pain and hardship will be for nothing. It’s usually worth it, but you usually let it go because you don’t realize how much it’s worth until it’s so far away that you can never catch up and tell him that you wish you had clasped hands and never said goodbye. And then maybe, every once in a while, for the rest of your life, you think about him, and you realize, that was good, that was real, that was worth saving, and aren’t I an idiot. And all you wish at that moment is that you could say you’re sorry and make it all better. But you won’t, because now the rope has torn, and trying to pull back on it will only rip it entirely in two. So you don’t, and you put away the pictures, the letters, and the memories, for another rainy day and hope that it doesn’t happen again. It will; but you’ll try.


you know you’re on the right track when you’re uninterested in looking back.

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