“If you really love something, let it go…If it comes back, it’s definitely yours…
But if it does not, then it was never meant to be yours.”
Yes, I am talking about love and not just any love… It is the love which leads all rivers to the sea, in the urge of becoming as one and reborn to reproduce the cycle again. The one and only thing keeps this earth circling around the sun. Just like the Earth and the Sun, two hearts circle one another just because they love each other. People may ask, who the hell am I to speak of LOVE? Its not that I am speaking of Love out of exhaustion or betrayal; it’s just that I had some feelings of Love and I wanted to reach people by trying to search what love could be. No adult human being can say that he / she have never been in love ever in their life. And it is never the end of words when speaking or expressing love. “I love you” is the universal sentence for lovers around the world disregarding color, ethnicity, nationality, culture, religion, status and everything that characterizes human. Different people may express love differently, but there is no shorter way of saying it. Any sentence other than this is just another decoration. With a thousand pages of love letter you can always better express your feelings, but you can never exceed the meanings of “I love You”. And to say this sentence boldly, it requires a great courage and a valiant heart. Explaining Love is critical though. Because, a young boy and a girl when in love with each other wont pay heed to the relationship status or commitment. For them their love is eternal. The funny thing about this is, when they grow mature and are not in love with each other anymore; would rather laugh about it and say “Oh my god, was that a crazy time or what?!” They would even call that feeling as “Just another crush!”
When I met this girl and had my first feeling of butterflies in my stomach, I never knew that it was going to be my first ever LOVE. Dear friends, “yes” this is the first time I am actually confessing publicly that it was my first ever love (although I still stamp that relationship as just another crush…ha ha ha). Friends, please do not think that a varmint or noxious person like me can not fall in love. Love is for all, its universal, even the tiniest of the mammals, trees, insects or even reptiles would have to make love to stay alive and spread the world with seeds.
I am not going to bore my friends or take them to a devious excursion by my stupid story of how that happened or how was it. Because no one needs to care about this and I am aware of it. Just for reference, I was in 8th grade when it happened. We were neither classmate nor neighbor or not even relatives. I still wonder by which good grace of God we met back then. Anyway, the weird relationship had a significant number of years in it. Some people would feel my statement of “Weird relationship” as offensive; but at the end of my journal, I believe that at least one person would agree with my point of view and that will be enough for me to cherish on.
Anyway, let’s get back to the theme of this journal. My subject is outlined containing a quotation which says that loved one should be free to go. Because real love is to have the courage to let it be free.
Yes, I know most people won’t disagree on this or at least they won’t say that this should not be the motto. Some one said, “First love is always the best love”. Some one else said, “First love is always a bit of passion and a lot of foolishness”. Now, I don’t want to get into a debate on these two quotations, because these are quoted by great and wise people who are extraordinarily rich in wisdom and experiences.
Now, I do consider that I had my first love and that period of time was colorful, eventful and like sweet dreams where two minds have no boundary. If love is a bit of passion and a lot of foolishness, was I foolish back then? I was definitely passionate about it but “foolish”? My friends who are going to read this are warmly welcome to put some light on it. I personally believe that I did no wrong. If foolishness is to let go of my love to pursue her dreams, then I am glad and grateful that I have been that much of a foolish. I did let go my love when it started to flourish its wings of dreams and future. I have always been a spiritual person who does not put aside changes in life. I can easily accept changes. When I did let go of my love, I regarded and accepted that event as a change in my life. It’s also important to state that I never regarded that event as the end of the line. I always stayed in a mid situation where I kept myself believing that my love was true but I might not get it back. But at the same time I believe that true love returns.
Now, almost a decade gone by and I am almost in a state of resentment of my love. We both are in our own tracks and going along with our life as it is. We are may be within a few square kilometers but still it seems like world apart. As I can easily accept changes, I accepted my loss a long time ago. But I wonder “What is love then and is it true that it really returns?” I know it will need statistics for its anticipation. Want to know my personal opinion? ” Just forget it and move along with your life as and when offered”.
Ha ha ha, as I am saying this I know that I will be surprised if my love comes back even before the moment I die. But I am also sure that I won’t die of surprise or psychological starvation cause some where in my heart I believe that “True love will return”. If not in the form of love I dream of, may be in the form of someone else who would really be able to understand me and be my better half. Cause now I believe in “All our young life, we search for some one to love, some one who makes us happy and complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to the song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wandering if somewhere, somehow there is someone perfect who might be searching for us."
But the point is, would I be able to accept it back and be prepared for that event? Well, time will reveal because I believe whole heartedly that if my love comes back then surely it was made for me. And to me love is not someone special or specific. For me, love is the innermost feelings I have which will be understood, shared and flourished by someone perfect and who is also ready to let me go so that if I get back, I was truly made for her. Also if I don’t get it back, it was never meant for me ever and I won’t even regret a bit. In fact I would die happy thinking that it truly has an end to it.