some good things have to end - sometimes...

i have been staring at the blank sheet for almost 15 minutes thinking where to start and how do i define and describe you…this is hard maybe because i have so much memory of you that i cant pick out just one to tell a story…

i sometimes look at the ring you once gave when we were full of hopes and dreams and the world was our stage…would sometimes wear it and it still fits perfectly, but everything else that it symbolizes is lost. but as i often said i am your past and someone else holds our future now…we both have made our choices and is standing by it. we have come so far from that girl and boy who once met under the moonlight.

i have always told you that you were very constant in my life up until last year…its funny how twisted our story got and how tangled it seems then and yet we always try to end well or be in good terms because we had something good that ended tragically on first part and i can clearly remember how furious you were with me by not standing by what we promised each other then but because you loved me and wanted the best for me you let me be without even asking why or what happened or why the change of heart…until the time that i was able to sum up the courage to find you once again and maybe try to explain what happened and maybe work things out…i did find you, all smiling and happy to see me but all i can feel then was how changed we were…i am not the same girl anymore and i know you felt that too… our history always brings us back together then, but in reality i think it was what separated us in the end. we had too much memories and caused each other too much pain to be able to really come out of all of it unscathed or alive…

and as we have moved on to the new chapters of our lives i cant help but be sad, i even remembered pausing for a while when it all came rushing to me…when reality bites, i wanted to curl up and cry for all that we have lost, but then i also want to celebrate the persons that we have become out of the history that we have…i cant help but thank you for preparing me well for now…

good things have to end…sometimes, not because it has gotten ugly but because its just simply the end. when something begins we generally have no idea how it will end. we will not know, there is no guarantee at all, but what we can really do is to move forward, risk that the love that we have in our separate lives will not fail us again…