The Pain

By jo.yean - May 26, 2013

26 days and still counting . . . The pain of missing someone is difficult. Especially when you do not know what is the reason behind it. Like a lost puppy wandering around wondering why the owner had disowned him and abandon him. The feeling of pain of being betrayed and abandoned . . .


It was never mentioned or explained why the treatment was such. There were many times I've read that relationship based on rebound are not meant to last. It was only temporary pleasure of the company of the other party. It will come to an end after the realization comes in. The process of forgetting that one person takes time.


Came across this message which seems through, there should be work to be done working towards the future. We may look back at the memories but staying at the same place looking at the same thing will get us no where. Letting go of the memories to move forward.


The letting go is definitely gonna hurt. But as the sayings goes . . . after you have made the decision to move forward, that is a small progress. The progress of reaching the goal, it is going to be worth it. Though it hurts now. It will be a passing soon. Hopes it will be pass soon.


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The pain is not on the day of missing our dear ones.
The pain is really when you live without them and with their presence in your mind.

I have to admit that there were times that I do still miss them. Especially when it comes to the time when they departed. I missed the most is my paternal granny. She is the one that brought me up till the age of three when both my parents are busy working to earn a living. There were so many things that reminded me of her despite of her passing. Things she does, food she cooks, clothes she sew, pillow (pillow case, mum threw the pillow away) which I still kept dearly... even my crooked finger too reminded me of her.

Sometimes the story of how mischievous kids became the topic of the night. I'll have the same story retold again and again and the older generation will still laugh out hard time and time again. I do miss my granny. It came a point where I hated to my own birthday...

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