Funny how breaking up seemed like a connection lost. It’s like sending a message but failed, or a call that would never be connected, and all that would pop on the screen was “connection lost” or “no connection”.
The ironic part was that there were no technical issues that would stop a person from sending these messages when two people decide to break up. It was just a choice. A choice not to send or to call, a choice to end all connections.
Some brave people would decide to fight for this connection and just would not accept that connection being lost, would try their best to fix this connection. It could be a bit broken, but they would rather have that. For them, they’d prefer that this connection remained instead of being lost. So no matter how broken or weak, they’d choose to hold on.
Some brave ones would just focus on the part where the connection was just lost. That’s it. Period. And maybe would try to accept that but would not totally move on at all, since their focus was on that part only. It ended. They would somehow get stuck into it. Like a time loop, they had created for their minds and heart.
Other brave ones, would try to accept it and move on.
But few and bravest ones, in my opinion, see through the whole connection part, and not on the part where it just ended. They would look at the whole story and understand it. They’d choose to understand why things happened the way they did. They’d choose to cherish the good memories and learn from the not-so-good ones. Along the way, they’d realize that maybe this connection was never lost, maybe it was just changed. Maybe things were never truly lost but evolved into something else. Everything had to change or evolve anyway, for nothing truly stays permanent. Maybe it was the connection changed instead of lost.
Telling Tales, Irin 