I sort of made a promise to myself (subconsciously I guess) that I'd never have to use the phrase "severed relationship" again, or any variation of words with the same meaning. Not after the only time I'd really ever say I had a broken heart.
But the thing of it is, - the reality is that people seem to slip through our fingers like sand. Set aside those encounters that you know only have their allotted time and no more. Those are pardoned the usual bitterness and sting of relationships lost, and they're looked on with the fondness of nostalgia.
The reality is that no matter what we do, there will always be someone on the going end of coming and going. It's not a pessimistic view, it's just something I'm learning to come to terms with:
You can't always make things work; relationships are not to be forced. And eventually you get tired of doing that, and even if you know what you want, and you know what they need...you can't always orchestrate things.
I'm one of those people who fantasizes about going up to people and saying exactly what I want to and everything I feel; good or bad. But that's not reality. Reality is that someone is always on the going end of coming and going. And sometimes there's nothing you can say or do, just hope they'll come back again.
