If you love something, let it go.
If it was meant to be, it will come back to you.
I've seen these lines everywhere; television commercials, Meg Cabot books, posters plastered on the doors of toilet cubicles. And I have never failed to believe in them.
For some unfathomable reason, I've an extreme affection for cliches. Nevermind that they're cheesy and completely overused, I love them all the same. Perhaps, it's because I believe in them, unlike many other people. If they're used so often, they've got to have at least an inkling of truth in them, no?
I'm a hopeless romantic. And no, I don't mean it that way, I mean it as in - I sort of live in a world of my own, where reality's just an illusion. And in this world, cliches are words of wisdom (sort of), words that I hold complete faith in.
And yet, when it boils down to actually experiencing it, everything just goes all wrong. Where's the sense of fulfillment, the joy of having done a good deed?
To love something so much, and yet to have to let it go - it feels like hell.
Sometimes, it's wrong to let go of things so easily. Okay, fine, all the time. No one should give up just like that. But honestly. Would you let it go, if in the process of persevering, someone so important to you keeps getting hurt, over and over again?
And at the end of it all, you end up alone as ever, back to the very beginning from which your pathetic soul first started out from.
I never thought that cliches could get so twisted.