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"Here Without You"

The first time I learnt to let go of someone took many, many years and hurt a truckload. I remember trying every way to reach out but I was only a child and this was my first heartbreak and he was immune to pain and hatred and blame. He had been through too much to let a child's desperate need for definition, explanation, pull him back. He shut me out, almost mercilessly. He said, "you are always in my heart". I never understood how that could be true.

Now I look back and realize how much that taught me. All my protective covering comes from the pain you left me with. Over time letting go has become easier. I now know that nothing is permanent and I appreciate the fleeting pleasure of companionship and the momentary sense of security and the fleeting hope that maybe loneliness has a cure.

I have come a long way. I have moved far away from where you left me. And I have grown to understand that even when wounds don't heal, the pain numbs and reality becomes a shade different from reality.

I want to believe that I still live in your heart. I want to imagine that despite all the distance, you would still recognize my emotions as I try to disguise them. I want to hold onto the last fragment that you left me with and want it to become bigger than everything else.

Because if you don't, then I can't. Without your truth, the harsher truth confronts me - that anyone can let anyone go.

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  1. Now that's what I call writing with talent AND guts. Bravo!

    AnL

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  2. Isabel Allende says in Sum of Our Days, "Little by little your absence and other losses in my life are turning into a sweet nostalgia". So beautifully expressed by you, "...even when wounds don't heal, the pain numbs". Love it

    AnL

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  3. you have quoted Allende on my blog at least four times now :)

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  4. Z,
    I want u to remember that some relationships are there FOREVER. UNCONDITIONAL. Love you.
    N

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  5. This is so beautifully put. Its like you got into my head and said what I had to.
    Will steal some bits of this for I can't think of more appropriate words and sentences.
    Keep writing.
    Much Love

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  6. Thank you Akanksha, steal away!

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  7. Ironical isn't it -
    Where numbness is a relief from pain..
    its trailed by a sting of swarming pins, on the tip of each waiting to be counted

    sheeeeshhh; i realized i don't have a disguise initial

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  8. It's after reading this, I fell for you! Revealed it on your next blog as it only made me sure about my feelings for you. Your words, your thoughts, your writing.. Just brilliant.

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  9. The more we want the less we think we know,
    The more the pain numbs the tougher it is to let go....

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  10. Now that's some honest writing. I never knew I would sit across the writer and read this. Bravo!

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