Forever Love
They've been together forever, so long in fact that people can't think of one without the other. They were the oxymoron of our teenage years, the icon of stability in a tumultuous time. When everyone was messing around, getting their hearts broken, breaking other hearts, they were there, together.
Relationships came and went in the tapestry of friends around them, yet they endured, and they were good at it. Quick fix patches held longer than expected, only to be replaced by new ones. No one except their closest confidants knew how deep the cuts went, sometimes not even them. But what’s a relationship without a few problems?
Of course they care very deeply for each other. They’ve shared the best part of their teenage years, been to hell and back in each other’s arms. But things are changing. Needs and wants are different, more persistent. Yet their public façade was perfect, the porcelain surface did nothing to indicate the cracks underneath, maybe until they even started to fool themselves. They didn’t see it coming until it was too late.
So what does he do now? Hold hope so tightly in one hand while fighting their battles with the other? Or break free? After so long, hand in hand, the latter would be like walking across a yawning chasm with no safety net or tether. It takes two to have a relationship, but if you love someone, shouldn’t you let them go?
It’s so hard to stand on the side and watch him struggle, lost together in the very idea of such a huge change. I wish I could throw out a safety line, but I don’t know how.
Relationships came and went in the tapestry of friends around them, yet they endured, and they were good at it. Quick fix patches held longer than expected, only to be replaced by new ones. No one except their closest confidants knew how deep the cuts went, sometimes not even them. But what’s a relationship without a few problems?
Of course they care very deeply for each other. They’ve shared the best part of their teenage years, been to hell and back in each other’s arms. But things are changing. Needs and wants are different, more persistent. Yet their public façade was perfect, the porcelain surface did nothing to indicate the cracks underneath, maybe until they even started to fool themselves. They didn’t see it coming until it was too late.
So what does he do now? Hold hope so tightly in one hand while fighting their battles with the other? Or break free? After so long, hand in hand, the latter would be like walking across a yawning chasm with no safety net or tether. It takes two to have a relationship, but if you love someone, shouldn’t you let them go?
It’s so hard to stand on the side and watch him struggle, lost together in the very idea of such a huge change. I wish I could throw out a safety line, but I don’t know how.
aku berhenti berharap dan menunggu datang gelap
sampai nanti suatu saat tak ada cinta kudapat
kenapa ada derita bila bahagia tercipta
kenapa ada sang hitam bila putih menyenangkan...
aku pulang...
tanpa dendam
kuterima.. kekalahanku
aku pulang...
tanpa dendam
kusalutkan.. kemenanganmu
kau ajarkan aku bahagia kau ajarkan aku derita
6 Comments:
phew..... luckily i understand this post :)
very well written.. who is this kindred soul?
UrmMm who u talking about? and why u put BM at the ending of ure post.. spoil the whole story fer me!!!
bry.. simes.. must put me in ure link ah.. ure in my links as well.. =D
haha done done...the thing is...we didnt ask to be in ur links :P
thats why.. u din have to ask.. u got that special privelidge.. =D
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