Remember that one thing you loved and lost? That one pretty dress ,the best in your closet that you lost in the hanging lines? How did it feel? Deep inside you knew right there and then that it was gone but hoped that you somehow, could trace it and have it back.
I remember some years back, on one of those idle sunday afternoons,my friend and i embarked on a journey to Ngara for some shopping. After going up and down the stores, we found pretty jumpsuits that were way off our budget. Back then, jumpsuits were the in thing and these ones were the mother of them all .The price was too high we had to make a few calls to buy them(yes they were that pretty and that expensive).We eventually bought the matching jumpsuits and i couldn’t wait to rock mine.
The following sunday, i wore mine and it true to my imagination, i looked magnificent in it. I was totally in love with it but guess what?I wore it only that once and lost it.All the effort i had made to buy it, i spent all my pocket money on it, all the imaginations i had of us *me and the friend* rocking it in one of our escapades, I felt so bad and stupidly hoped i would find it😢.I say stupidly because anyone that has stayed in K. U hostels knows that it’s almost impossible. Once you lose an item there, its dead and gone. Well, after a few weeks of hoping, i came into terms with the fact that i wasn’t ever gonna find it. Me and my best friend were never going to rock the matching outfits.
That’s exactly how it should be with everything else we lose.we fall in love so deep, and in the blink of an eye we lose ‘the one’.If you are a travel the world enthusiast like me, you may have pictured yourself in the city of love with him/her. Watching the Eiffel Tower,locking down your love at Pont des Arts bridge,you may have already named your children, bought a pet in your mind ,all these dreams are shattered, you have to bury them and dream all over again. sometimes it gets hard to come into terms with the fact that all you ever imagined is dead and gone. We secretly hope that they come back. That one day, everything goes back to how it was and we get to live our dream, but more often than not, it’s never the case. It’s like that awesome bracelet that you lost, like that pet that died, its never coming back.
Love locks at Pont des Arts
The earlier you accept the fact the better. The earlier you bury the dreams you had, and the feelings that came with the relationship, the better. For its never coming back.And if it does, not in the same way that it was. So just forget that one and move on. Just the way you may lose a shirt, and replace it but not with exactly the same one you had. The same way you may lose a cat, and buy another one but it won’t be the same one that you had.
Do not mourn for too long, accept the fact that it is over, and that will be for your own good. Let the dead bury themselves, and move on with your life.
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.” – Hermann Hesse