If there is one constant in this world, it would most probably be change. Most would agree. Even I do. But, have you ever thought about departure? Or the inevitable, Life-Death scenario? No matter what changes in this world, we all will depart it at some point in our life.
But the irony is, we will never be able to mourn for our own departure. We always do, for our most beloved. Sometimes, the event is set on concrete. It is so eternal, that you can do nothing about it, but move on. But, some departures are temporary. To some far off place, beyond your reach.
The brain agrees that it's for the better and commands us to gear up and ready ourselves for the pain. But, the heart wants what it wants. Though we know we have to let go of them, we never can. It takes a humongous effort to even let go of their hands.
The memories come flooding in altogether and all alone at the same time. Each smile, each laugh and those deep conversations keep playing in our minds. The time we thought we had it all and how we are thinking we would lose it. That's when the tears start flowing down and it all breaks.
Funny how the void always fills us up. Engulfing us by it's looming presence. As we search for the light in that darkness, our hands colliding, physical redemption is all we can crave for.
But we do tend to strengthen ourselves over time. Moving on can be a blessing as well as a curse. It takes a lot of patience, time and perseverance for a broken heart to heal and it also requires a support to do so. The support we can find from only within.
Long distance relationship can be demanding and tiresome. But to first let go, can be a far more painful process to endure.