"When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us."- Helen Keller
i will not forget the three years that we've shared. it will be part of my life's greatest experiences and lessons. it's true that when you think of the trials and everything that we've been through, it's really hard to let go just like that. it might take weeks, months or even years. i'm ending this relationship not because i don't love him anymore, but my feelings is slowly falling apart that i can't control it myself. i can't hide the unhappiness and emptiness anymore.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labour, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories? "I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved."~George Elliot~
if your're asking me the reason or reasons why? i can't specify everything and i don't want to go into too much details. i know he will not understand me at this moment. but i know in time he will. i don't need a space. what i needed is my time. time for myself. it's not being selfish. because if i am, i will still continue this relationship and i will just be unfair to him all the time. things will get even worse. and i might hurt him even more.
"Perfect love is rare indeed -for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise,the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist,the understanding of the philosopher,the acceptance of the saint,the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain."~Leo Buscaglia~
i loved him that for sure. but i can't go forward anymore. i need to know myself more if i'm really ready to give myself to someone.
"I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all."
i want to enjoy myself - just me - for now.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.~Leo Tolstoy~
i'm sorry.