By Septa Mellina
By your late 20s, your heart probably has been broken a couple of times. You may have gone through the depressive process more than you cared to. Tears and wounds may have numbed you to the point that you forgot how many times you stumbled and had been forced to mend the broken pieces.
But isn’t it funny that no matter how much you’ve hurt and how often it had cut you like a knife, you were still crying your heart out? As if it was the first time you let someone go, or the first time you felt like there’s no tomorrow.
Isn’t it funny that no matter how much you had hurt, you still managed to survive.
After a while, you got used to being single. You adapted yourself to the situations where his name no longer popped up when the phone rang. You’ll get used to go anywhere by yourself without having him driving you around. Or, you began to feel okay to tell your friends that the relationship was through without having the pain in your chest exploded.
The scars and sad love songs no longer had a power over you or your mood. You could dance to the last Stevie Wonder song you paused on your iPod. You could finally manage to read Coelho’s Eleven Minutes. You spent the night with the girls, binge eating while re-watching your favorite Sex & The City and ending the night by saying, “Life isn’t so bad.”
Above all, you realized that letting go isn’t as difficult or frightening as you had thought. You looked back and all you seen is how far you had moved on from your past relationships.
And, you will fall in love again, or get your heart broken again. Maybe for once or twice or several times. But all these scars and smiles teach a lesson, not only to you, but also your kids: that, in life, sometimes you fall in love, sometimes you fall out of love, and there’s nothing wrong with such cycle.