2 days ago, Ju tagged me in a link on Facebook; titled “I’m letting my wife go.” My first reaction, as guessed was, “Oh dear, this isn’t working out.” So I panicked. But that wasn’t what he meant at all, and it touched me to tears. But what I really thought hit the nail was this:
Real love tells me to let her fly and trust that she’ll always come back. I have to let her go so she can chase her dreams, pursue her education, and develop her talents.
Additionally, I have to let go of my fears that she might fly away and never come back. If the fish were to clip the bird’s wings, he would risk trimming her dreams and smothering her altogether.
It struck me so hard, that, was I one whom is afraid to be constrained? Or am I susceptible to chasing the flame that I once dreamed of? Either way, it’s been 27 months since we’ve got together. We’ve came a long way since we were friends almost 6 years ago, finally decided to integrate our lives and live with our flaws, and grow into a better person for one another. Sometimes there are some gratitude that you can never forgo, like the ones you have for your family, friends and your lover (basically the people that have stuck by you regardless of shit you’ve gotten yourself into).
They have definitely given me the opportunities to find myself, see the world, meet new people from all walks of life, trying to bring out the best in me throughout this whole journey. Yes, they are “letting me go”, and I am too, and I am proud of them.
Sometimes we also need them to remind us to take a step back, and look at how stupid we are. We learn, and then we move on. I love having Jo times. But now it’s time for bed. Thank you love, for giving me so much more than what you can offer. You are sorely missed.