I Let Her Go

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“I’d give away my soul Uphold you once again And never let those moments end” I let her go.

It has always been like that. I came in and out of relationships and through the years, there’s only one actuality that persists. I let them go -- never holding on for the sake of the good times, but keeping the memories to haunt – to haunt like specters in the night.
As I reminisce the scenes, I’ve realized that they were not even second rate partners. Superior class and finesse; Beauty, brains, remarkable talents and such characteristics that makes them more than enough for a man of esoteric impulses. They were all special and best in their own ways. They all have their own peculiarities and superlative qualities which I am lucky enough to discover. I found them along the way of my journey just in time they uphold me, to complete me, to inspire me in moments when my becoming is on a very spontaneous course… and I had the pleasure of savoring the experience even if the said ideals are scattered all over.

But why can I hardly hold on? Does my mastered detachment affected the core of my being that I can easily let go of anything, or anybody else who deserves more than being neglected whenever the scent of more fragrant flowers fill the air, or when the excitement of a new challenge agitate the grounds of adventure and existence? These and such questions pervade as I make my walks. There was even a time I refuse to think of things because it pangs to remember that I should have or would have been if such and such.

And so, she goes… And I wasn’t even man enough to stop her. Of what right have I to even think so? I may have my reservations to diminish the twinge but I’d choose to even cry in the rain. Such pride, the ego tripping jerk wouldn’t even tell nor show any sign of lacrimation.