Faith.Hope.Love

Faith.Hope.Love

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Letting go is so easy for some but not for me. I don't know but my heart is just so stubborn. I don't easily give up. It takes me a very long time to let go. My eyes can always see the other side of the story. A flicker of light in the candle gives me hope for a better future. But that was changed that Sunday afternoon when I communicated with him the feelings I've been holding on...the hurt that caused me so much pain that seemed to rip off my heart again and again. I've tried to hold his hands, but to my surprise, it felt cold. I knew that there was something missing. Well, perhaps the pain was so strong that my love was overshadowed by it. It saddened me to know that I felt that way. But I'd never been so true to my feelings before. I just don't know. I could justify everything that was out of standard but not that time. Ending any relationship is really hard and devastating. I couldn't believe that I was thinking that way that time. Fear engulfed my heart. There were many "what ifs" in mind. And the thing was I didn't have the courage to say goodbye. It would be just fine if I'd be the one being left behind. I never saw myself saying goodbye. It was true that I've been so hard on myself. I'd been thinking of the feelings of others more than mine. My heart couldn't contain the feeling of hurting someone. In my mind, I knew that I should be kind to myself that time. I should give myself a chance to move on and grow...to be happy. For that one time, I wanted to decide for myself. I wanted to be true to my feelings. I am Faith and this is my story... Author's Note: I pray that you will be able to enjoy this story. This is the unedited version since I explored publishing this with WestBow Press in 2018. God bless you my dear friends and readers.
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Dear You, This story is about longing. This story is about two people who weren't supposed to collide came together. This story is about the tryst with destiny. What happens when despite all the words that are bestowed, everything was left unsaid. What happens when despite all the trust bestowed, hope was gone? This story is the shortest ballad written down in the longest time. Trying to delay as much as one could bottle up just to avoid the pages turning. It's about the relationship that faded away but just when the memories began to fade someone found the oldest trick in the book, to write. This story is about all the letters that were returned unread, sent to an address which no longer could be found. It's about how two people who meet on a staircase try to embrace each other's true self behind the veil. Relations are always imbalanced and that's the truth that no one talks about, at least on paper. You are told that in relation two must be equal for it to suffice but the truth is that in those relations that suffice there is always one who does more. Then the other person tries to make effort but fails. And when they both stop they become who they were all along; strangers. This wouldn't be like a story that will catch you off guard or knock you off your feet. But by the time you are done, you will be left with compassion and feeling what was felt by him and her, in all the real sense. With the words which are to be savored, and with the gaps to be swallowed too as raw as they are meant to be. She had flowers in her hair and demons in her head. He had cigarettes in his hand, yeah that's all he really had. Sometimes things happen slowly, eventually, gradually yet suddenly for you to realize that it's all over before it ever had a chance to begin and like the time all those moments that pass, the stories usually go and come around where it all started. Sincerely, The guy who wrote what was unsaid.

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