Love is a strange emotion. We all have loved and will love again. “The special one” just doesn’t exist. Its just a question of “trial and error” till you find the next best person.
I have felt I was with “the special one” three times. I have felt that nothing can go wrong three times. But things did go wrong, and horribly so – three times. But, we humans are relentless beings. The survival instinct in us always propels us forward, it doesn’t allow us to wait and ponder for long at the loss, we once thought was irreparable.
You feel moving on will never be possible. You have already loved too much, and for too long. Everywhere you go, you see that special person, every place you spent time with the person,starts to haunt you. You even start enjoying being sad and morose. You even start enjoying the “self-pity”.
But, for how long???
The survival instinct starts to rear its head, and before long, there comes along a new person in your life, whose company, you begin to enjoy, whose view points you begin to find stimulating. Its all a part of a process.
And, one fine day, you realize you have moved on – well and truly. You no longer feel sad. You are no longer morose. You no longer have any self-pity. You are no longer that weeping loser you had become.
You have moved on.
This incredible human spirit needs to be ackowledge and given its due.
Yes, we move on. And there’s nothing wrong with it. Life is too short to spend weeping for someone who cared the least about your tears. We won’t live forever. We have every right to look for our happiness and the person who brings us that happiness. Everyone has the right to be happy.
MOVE ON !!!