Letting go..

The idea of letting go of something or someone so close to our heart is sometimes one of the worst and most painful ideas ever because you could feel the ache right there in your chest but you know there's nothing to be done about it. You either hurt yourself or hurt the person you love the most.

Sometimes letting them go is for their best, sometimes it's for yours. Sometimes the misery you both have to battle through is better than being together. 

Sometimes the painful, dull ache you feel whenever you hear their name is better than always hearing them say your name. 

Sometimes you're not given the choice to walk away or say goodbye. Sometimes it's ripped right away from your hands before you could blink and it leaves you there, aching, hurting and most of all coping. Coping with not having them there all the time, coping with not being able to call them yours or even have their name on the tip of your tongue anymore. It's all taken away in the blink of an eye. 

Other times we choose to walk away and not say goodbye, we choose to escape the look of hurt flickering across their eyes, the eyes we love the most, we choose what the last memory we want of them to be, without really realising that we're taking away that choice from their hands. 

We're leaving them with the memory of us walking away, leaving it to rip their hearts apart saying and believing that it's for the best but what do we know? What do they know? What assures anyone that the person they're walking away from, throwing behind is better that way? What indicates it? If your self loathe is making you think you're not good for them or they're too good for you, then how about them? What do you know about their self loathe or appreciation towards themselves? Towards yourself? You don't. They don't. We don't.

No one ever knows what's exactly the best for the person in front of them -we don't even know what's the best for ourselves- and yet we still choose to walk away, we still make choices that affect more than ourselves and carry on selfishly thinking of ourselves as heroes when sometimes we're really the villains.

The heart aches, the body aches, the mind aches, everything's aching for someone or something you can't have any more either because you made a choice or had it made for you.

And they wonder why is everyone so miserable and weary around the ones they love.....