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Zara Voice IV

When the Waves of Us Rise

You know lights dim, and it would happen to us too. Everything in this world is temporary, and our things are temporary too, but that does not make our beautiful memories any less meaningful. When the days were jolly, you were with me. In the warm days of mine, when you accompanied me, we celebrated our most pleasurable and joyful times together and shared endless conversations. Now, letting you go is extremely difficult and painful, yet I will never be ashamed to say that my soul will hold you forever. I truly believe that life is a journey and not a destination; the goal is not to rush to the finish line but to savor each step along the way. If you ever ask me what I love about you the most, I love the way you are, the feelings you always give me, the love your heart allows me to feel, and the happiness you show I can bring. Thank you for all the moments; I do not regret a single one. Now I realize that we are probably not meant to be together. Love is that song which never ends, and so is our love for each other. I will always remember you like a Coldplay song: serene and classic, simple yet illuminating, real and meaningful, faded but beautiful, existing yet originally not mine. Whenever waves of missing you occur, I will see them as something beautiful happening or about to happen, instead of letting them wreck me. Relationships are always more than what we want, yet they are what we need to become our happiest selves. My sun rises and sets on you; these are the marvelous feelings I am going through. You are the only person who brings the brightest emotions to me. As each day passes, I feel more attraction to you. There are times when I see that spark in your eyes, and there are times when your actions show me that I am special to you. But everything changes with time, and it has to change. Change is the essence of life. Human relations are not static. It is the wish of every person to have true relationships intact at all times, a wish often held by those who truly love but, unfortunately, life does not always allow it.

~ Zara M.

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