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Elizabeth Larsen Sep 2014
When I was younger I used to watch a lot of TV, and there was a certain type of scenario on tv where I always saw a pattern. There would be these two people who would fall in love but then something would happen, and then in the end they both decided that they couldn’t be together. But then the show would display scenes of the two longing for each other. Sometimes the two would get back together, but more often they wouldn’t. It would take them months to get over the other person, but eventually, they did.
The fact that these two people obviously loved each other but wouldn’t be together was a completely ridiculous notion to me. I simply couldn’t understand why they couldn’t forget the world and the reasons they couldn’t be together and just do it anyways, I mean, shouldn’t love be enough? Shouldn’t two people that love each other be able to be together because, as the fairytales say, love is stronger than anything? Shouldn’t love overcome anything? When I was this age, about eight or nine, I promised myself that I would never do that. That if I loved someone I simply wouldn’t let them go no matter the reasons I should.
What I didn’t understand is that with maturity comes knowing the right decision and making it, even if you know it’s going to hurt you and/or someone you care about deeply. If they had stayed together then the reasons they should have ended it will always haunt them. They’ll always know that what they have doesn’t work, or what they have shouldn’t go on, no matter how much they wanted it to. If it comes to a point where you just know that what you have needs to end, then that’s what has to happen. That it’s what’s going to happen no matter how you try to prevent it.
Sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes things have to end in order for you to grow as a person. Sometimes things are just not meant to be, and we shouldn’t push it. We shouldn’t force it and selfishly choose something that was obviously wrong. No matter if it hurts the right choice is always right and what’s meant to happen will happen.
i decided to post this (even though its not poetry) in order to just get my clear thoughts out there.

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