CASE #25: ATTACHMENT VS THE ART OF LETTING GO

[Tears fall] 

Airplanes zoom across the sky. Everybody’s busy checking flights, buying tickets and saying goodbye’s to their loved ones. Here we are, standing still amidst the restless crowd. Although I try to suppress my tears
, they kept on flowing.

“Flight 613 is now boarding…” 

I’m really not good at saying goodbye, especially to the one you love. My friends keep on telling me that she’s just a phone call away. That you can still see and talk to her via Skype. That she’s leaving because this is a big opportunity for her and I know that. It’s just that I was used to having her around me.

[A kiss on the cheek] 

She has been crying as well. I was holding her hand and I actually never intend to let go. Call me selfish, but she is my world. The air I breathe. She’s the one thing that keeps me alive and happy. Every morning I wake up and see her preparing breakfast with a smile on her face. She also never fails in making me laugh though her jokes were corny. She kissed me, and all those happy memories came to mind.

[Worried] 

I already knew that she was leaving two months ago. She really wanted to get the post that she applied for. I was happy for her though I’m a bit hesitant with this move. I can see her dedication with regards to work and I applaud that but she tends to neglect her health because of it. She frequently gets sick due to over fatigue caused by rendering overtime hours which is not compensated properly.

She’s already back in shape but I can’t help but worry. I worry that it might take a while for to adjust upon entering a different country. Who would remind her to take her meals on time? Who will be there to help her clean the house? Who will be there to take her to the hospital when she gets sick? These are the things that prevent me from letting her go.

[Rough] 

The last week before today was rough. I can’t help but get irritated with small things that don’t really matter. One day I cooked a special dinner for us and was waiting for her to arrive. But it was already nine in the evening when she arrived. I never received a message that she’ll be late. I was agitated that time and I yelled at her. I never waited for her to explain; I left and spent the rest of the night at my parent’s house.

[Guilt] 

I really felt that she was giving her friends more attention. I felt ignored. But a night at my parent’s house made me realize that she always let me spend time with my friends even though we usually end up coming home late. Am I being unfair and unreasonable? We’ve been together for more than 1095 days; will a day with her friends change my love for her?

I woke up feeling guilty so I headed straight towards home. I bought her favorite bread, the pan de coco, as a peace offering and she was all smiles. I love her and I would love to spend my entire life with her.

[Acceptance] 

Airplanes zoom across the sky. Everybody’s busy checking flights, buying tickets and saying goodbye’s to their loved ones. Here I am, standing still amidst the restless crowd. Although my tears kept flowing, a genuine smile could be seen on my face. Distance is just a word and my love for her never ceases wherever she maybe.