I once saw a movie, it talks about two young couple. Very young, very innocent, very naive, very in love. They went against all objections and insisted in being together. But like all couples, quarrels soon settled in. And all it took, was one misunderstanding to break them apart. Rage and anger overtook their sensibilities, overtook their love for each other. Years later, when they met again on the streets, they realised they still have love in them, yet they can’t be together. They were both attached.

The man married once, and since then remain single. While the woman got married to a good man and was blessed with a happy family. When the man finally died of old age, he left behind a box for the woman. A box of photographs of the skies. Every shot taken every single day that he thought of her. She finally broke down and cried, over the love they once had, over the memories, over the fact he had always been waiting for her.

I was 15 then, and I thought that was the most stupid show I ever watched. Why can’t two person in love be together? It was such a stupid and silly thing to let a mere misunderstanding drives away the love of your life, the happiness that could be yours. Why let stupid pride gets to you?

But now, 10 years later. It all made sense.

It wasn’t just pride. It never was just love. Love was never enough. Had they got together at that tender young age, the memories would never be as beautiful. Because what you never can possess is the most beautiful thing in the world. There were already alot of problems between them then and both were too young to handle it properly.

Despite their feelings for each other years later when they met again, it was not enough for her to betray someone whom, at her age, was the ‘ideal’ partner. Because as one gets older, you start to realise, who is the one you can spend the rest of your life with. She was no longer the impulsive young girl, but a sensible, traditional woman who got married because he is good husband material and not because he is the one she loves the most. And the fact, she doesn’t have another 3 years to start another relationship afresh only to face the same ending again.

Was it wrong? But how many people actually have that good fortune to not only meet the love of their life and can be together happily ever after?

There were many breakups lately.

I feel sad. Geniunely sad. As I can feel their pain, their sadness, the unwillingness to let go, the helplessness, the sorrow, the memories, everything.

The sweetness when it begun. The tears when quarrels started. The memories of the promises, compromises, understanding, love. The pain when it ended and you realised it’s over. That all the efforts, hopes, dreams and everything you placed upon the relationship has gone to waste.

Yet it’s something that you can’t just pinpoint fault at anyone. A relationship was never easy and there was never any right or wrong. Do not hate, nor bear grudges. Be thankful for the short period of happiness there once were, appreciate the precious lessons he/she given to you. Love again because there is someone out there who will truly appreciate you. Will he/she be the love of your life? Not necessary, but will he/she be the one whom you can spend the rest of your life with?

Definitely.