ART OF LETTING GO THREAD....

Art of Letting Go...

is a collection of stories with sad and bitter endings

because that's life

not everything ends like a fairy tale

sometimes even we don't want to let go

we still want to fight for it

but then fate is not on your side

you just have to let it slip

and prepare to say the word "goodbye"

i hope you like this collection and feel free to add your own thoughts and stories; some stories are from actual facts and stories of my friends or friend of friends; some are mine and some are just made up...>_<

#1   empty road

The whole night I wasn't able to sleep. We didn't say I love you anymore; facing opposite sides of the bed.   No more hugs and no good nights.
As I keep on repeating in my head; I keep on convincing myself,

"tomorrow I'll leave this place...I'll leave him..."

The air seemed dry but it was cold inside the room.
The room seemed empty though we're lying there.
How could he sleep so soundly while I feel so heavy?

The next day, we were going to the office at the same time

...no hi's...no hello's...no goodmorning's...

everything was still cold between us. He asked me to have some tea with him but I refused. 

With all the force in my throat, with hands were shaking, with my mind begging me to tell him that I'm going to leave him... but then my heart says stay...I said...

"I want to say something...I have to leave you, because I cannot take this anymore...we are not like before..." 

and before I could explain more he just said,

"Just go...." 

as hard as a brick wall. cold. still. Just like that----he let me go.

I wanted to explain why I'm leaving so he would stop and beg in front of me...
I wanted him to hear my explanation why I was feeling blue....
that I don't see myself with him anymore....its like we're together but we are not.

A room with two people but empty... it's like I have to choose between being alone because I'm alone or with someone but I still feel alone.

I couldn't say anything. I wanted to say more but I controlled myself not to say anything and not to beg for him.
I took my things without him knowing that I packed everything. He went to the common area...he didn't see me pass by as I looked back.
I want to hug him, but I know I wouldn't be able to let go.
I want to kiss him goodbye but it would hurt me more.
I know how much I will miss him but I have to do this for us; for us to understand the feeling how to need someone and how to value someone.
And so I left..with a heavy heart, convincing myself that I did the right thing though I knew that I didn't do the right thing...
but I left....I already stepped out from his apartment and I couldn't take it back....
I told myself don't look back, don't cry...I was counting...I was hoping he'd open the door and run after me and embrace me just like in the movies.
But all I've had were just air of emptiness and the distance of the road and his door telling me

"go on...walk away....."