Crazy, incredibly stupid love.
Love is no different than any other aspect of our life: we would never want to fail, we aim to win over everything.
But truth is that the so desired winner crown is not easy to conquer.
What nobody tells us about love is the other side of the medal. We idealize it like the pink, all hearts, mutual understanding, the I-would-do-anything-for-you type of feeling. But we don't remember how love is a basic human instinct and how our very own humanity is bound to something well bigger than us and our will of victory: life.
Life gets in the way.
It always does and it always did.
Life gets in the way in the form of different choices and aspiration.
Is the physical and heart distance that separate us from each other.
Is the wrong timing.
There could be thousands of reasons why it didn't work out.
But why should we behave like mourners and grieve the death of a story as long as we will find a new one?
Or also, why should we be angry and recriminate and fill the void that the other left with hate and desire of revenge?
And why should it be regarded as a personal failure and held as demonstration of our incapacity to love enough (if even we could quantify how much is "enough love")?
I think it is right to interrogate yourself on the possible reasons that made a story end, but only for the sake of improving (if you need to) in the future.
But we have to let it go!
All the pain
All the sadness
All the anger
We need to move on, because if we don't do so we will only become shadows, not able to understand that life is just like the flow of a river and it will keep on running.
And in the end, I believe that we should never base our happiness on the presence or absence of a relationship. If being alone doesn't make you happy, a relationship will not make this right, it will only cover your personal dissatisfaction.
Moving on is not the synonym of trying to forget that love once was there. It means understanding that it was not meant to be.
It is hard, especially if the feeling you had were honest, but I deeply believe it is the best thing to do.
I loved and I won't forget how powerful and beautiful this feeling is.
I have learnt a lot about myself thanks to this story and I don't have anyone to blame for the end of it. It was as life wanted it to be.
But I still have myself, I am not lost in all of this.
And maybe after all there really is some good in a goodbye.
