Tragedy

"Break-ups can hurt like hell, but still, it is NOT unbearable."

Believe it or not, I had a girlfriend. Once. We met in an unusual time, in an unusual place, in our unusual selves. Our story started like a fairytale. A fairytale indeed. In our 3yr relationship, we have experienced almost everything. We even we far beyond any 15yr old kids would go. They had their rules, and we had our world. They had their bounds, we had each other. We cared so much about each other and we cared less about other people. We were so much in love. Or maybe too much in love. But we cared not as long as we're happy. Rapture. Bliss.

But then, we broke up. In an unexpected time with an unexpected reason. My brows were crumpled and my face, as if it never learned to smile. I felt angry, even wrathful. I thought of killing a person in an inhumane manner. A thousand murders were plotted in my mind. I was not my self anymore.

After anger, I felt such sadness. A kind of sadness that I never felt before. Some nights I will choose not to think. For every melancholic thoughts bring forth such pain. I would rather not think than weep. I also felt pity for my self. I was so helpless, so alone. And also, I felt guilty. I would ask my self, where did I go wrong or haven't I given enough.

After some time, I accepted what happened. Even though I never really understood why. I have friends that listened to me when I thought that I was unheard. I have friends that cared for me when I thought I was not cared for. And there was someone who made me feel happy and made me smile again. Then I realized, maybe, we were just victims of the same tragic end.

Just keep in mind that you not that alone. There will always be something or someone to make you feel that life is not so tragic. You would always have a reason to smile. Luckily for me, I had one.


"Why so serious? Let's put a smile on that face!" >=)