Forgetting a Lost Love by Lizette Llamas

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 02:35 EST

There is no force or presence on earth so sublime as that which is derived from the uninhibited expression of love for another human being. When that love is returned in kind, when two souls join hands in the complete and undeniable bond of mutual compassion and reverence, then and only then can we humans ever expect to sample the fruits of nirvana. No truer ideals can exist for mankind beyond this seemingly unattainable connection of love unbound. But it is within our nature to achieve the impossible and it is not beyond the limits of love's desire to seek the solace of total immersion within the heart of those we believe to be capable of such ecstatic heights of emotion.

It’s been over 6 months now that I kept quiet and have tried to get over the feeling of isolation from the man I used to love. The break up wasn’t at all easy, at least for me. I’ve struggled to go on my way although the road is pretty stiff. I’ve met a lot of men, dated some of them and have tried to love them but the stinky experience of the past doesn’t ease the phobia that I’ve unwittingly involved myself with. Its hard, and God knows that the grievances I’ve begged from Him aren’t at all easy. It was quite surprising that it only took me 1-2 months to have finally recovered. Almost 7 years of insanity about my love for such a man, that it only took me a short time to get over that feeling.

Its amazing how God could be so good and powerful that he never left me in the shadows of darkness for long. Looking back during and after the relationship, I missed him. Sometimes it push me to the limits of forgetting the principles of pride over love, but what can you expect? Being stifled in the relationship for ages cannot make a man forget his past easily. A common quote I’ve heard from friends that one can forgive easily but not forget. And yes it is true! After his multiple sexual relationships with other “women,” I couldn’t imagine how forgetting is as complex as forgiving.

We are more often left wanting, unfulfilled and incomplete, in our usual interactions with the vast majority of those we meet in our lives. But that takes nothing away from love's dream of compassionate surrender to the possibilities for the future. And therein lies the instinct for love's survival, and perhaps our own. It presents itself as a determination to force us through the frailties and forcibles of mortal existence. Obligating us to maintain an uncompromising optimism towards the realization of spiritual completeness that may lie dormant but aware in the souls of others we encounter along the way.

And if per chance, like emotional radar, our love detects that long sought coherence in the countenance of another heart's desire, our will becomes nothing more than a candle in the wind of destiny's storm. Love, enraptured by the covenant of its own reality, bursts forth with renewed direction and purpose. Senses overwhelmed, our mortal lives become nothing more than a superficial shell of awareness as love has its way with our heart. To deny the event is folly. To question the source is pointless. To attempt to contain the emotion is senseless. It is we who are blind, love sees clearly and must follow its course to the end. For there can be no greater achievement in our lives than to allow the essence of our heart to find meaning and purpose in the heart of another.

Life after love is a self-healing process.

Some people hold truth to the myth that there is only ONE love for you out there. This could not be farther from the truth. Humans have the ability to deeply love any person they choose to. True we may have a stronger, intimate connection with some, but it doesn't mean it can only happen once. For whatever reason, my past relationship wasn’t the right one for me. If it were, I’d still be in it. Whenever I’m feeling down, the thought of someone waiting for me, is enough to ease my mind, and when I’m ready to dance with the rhythm, i WILL find him. He isn't going to be trailing in my shadows. This will be the last time i'd have to say something about him. To the man I used to love, thank you for loving me and for being there for me during my ups and lows. Thank you for the wonderful moments we've shared, it is very much cherished! Thank you for making me the woman of your life all those years. Thank you for the sweet words, comfort, security, compassion and joys. Thank you for what you did, it made me realize and learn a lot of things, infact it made me a better and a stronger person now.Thank you for making me a part of your family, i will always love them.Finally, thank you for doing what you did, im happy now and firm with my commitments and goals. Ive loved you and i will as a friend! Be Happy Always my Babitz...

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Forgetting a Lost Love by Lizette Llamas