Thursday, January 13, 2005

better be alone than badly accompanied



this girl I know had given up on love. Her recent tumultous relationship with a guy had led her to become jaded. Unfeeling. Detached. It had left her feeling so damn isolated. Confused. Unsure of herself. Not knowing where to go, or how to go on. It has resulted on sleepless nights-- countless hours of self-analysis, of feelings of doubt. Guilt has been prominent in her mind. Did she do the right thing, turning her back? Did she regret it? Will she get over it? Haven't she learned from past mistakes? Or is she haunted by the ghost from her past? The relationship has left her drained, devoid of any feeling. It felt empty. She felt empty. There is a void inside her now. She felt like spinning endlessly, falling helplessly into a bottomless pit. So dark, so constricting. Salvation was nowhere in sight. Somehow, there is comfort in being alone. She needed time. She needed freedom. She has learned that love has its own price. And she paid for it dearly. She was utterly lost in her own world, lost in perfect togetherness. Yet, the world didn't stand still. Time went by without her. She was forgotten. Maybe it was her choice. But in the end, she had lost herself, her identity. Most of all, she had lost her love.
Tell me, is it right to give up on love?

1 comment:

Bianny said...

hmmmm blind item? hehehe i went through a lot in life and we need to move on di ba.. tama ka, wag pilitin pag ayaw na ng tao sayo :)