Love Dies...

Love Dies...
by: Melanie T. Lim

Sometimes, love dies. And there is no easy
explanation for it.

Some of us see it coming. Some of us dont. But
most of us try not to see it at all. Because it
is easier to pretend that all is well rather than
admit that your dreams have been shattered and
that you are left only with the broken pieces of
your heart.

It hurts to imagine the person we love with
someone else. It hurts to no longer be the object
of his/her affections. It hurts to be no longer
the center of his/her universe. It hurts to no
longer be wanted. It hurts to be discarded,
replaced and dumped unceremoniously like an old
rag that has outlived its usefulness.

It hurts to no longer be loved.

But it happens everyday to the best among of us
to the beautiful, the kind, the talented, the
smart, the successful, the multi-awarded. It
happens to the perfect wife, sister, friend and
mother. It happens to the civic leader, the CEO,
the cover girl.

Whether or not its something we did or didnt do,
sometimes, love just dies. And overthinking would
serve no purpose.

To be loved is a blessing. But to no longer be
loved is not necessarily a tragedy.

Weve been raised since childhood to believe that
love must last forever. And perhaps it must. But
isnt it possible to simply be happy for the love
you have no matter if it doesnt last forever?
Isnt it possible to simple savor the moment and
become richer by it without wanting to possess it
forever? Isnt it possible to love and let go and
love again?

Isnt it possible to love forever but to love
different people over time?

Its all right to no longer be loved. Its all
right to stop loving. Its all right to mourn for
loves losses but to condemn yourself to a life of
misery because your love didnt last forever is
foolhardy. If love must die, let it go peacefully
into the night.

But dont keep score. Love is not a contest. It
is not a competition to see who emerges the
prettiest, the craftiest or toughest. Love is
what it is a gift. It cannot be forced on
anyone. Neither can it be forced out of anyone.
So let it be.

When love dies, hold on to the memories. But let
go of the one you love.