Art of Letting Go

Why I choose to get hurt?Am I just trying to straightforwardness the pain or the
emotion state?. In a matter of factness, it is arduous to feel the world of
pain, the seclusion of being forlorn,sometimes that gives me no option but feels
lifeless. In the quintessence of the memories that will forever, I false piety
let go of the feeling that has been there every single split second,feelings
that I don't want to to undergo turns out to be caress. Wishing the times to
toss, as the feeling was over and with,parting what when before and dawn all
over again,pain that start by the times of yore and happiness that will happen
without hesitation. Heartrending my life that has been overwhelmed by someone
who has gone for some sanity, knowing the bits and pieces that would churn out
for me. The love has been shattered into tiny pieces of precious stone,not
eloquent how the sun will come up again. The pain that is hard to move vetoed, I
may not be emotionally powerful, I may not be fighter and I may not be a
survivor, in the nobility of love and spotting of pain. The time is always the
paramount key for all of these, for at this moment, it may be heartbreaking, I
choose to get hurt because I want him to be happy. I'm not a self-centered to
foresee him at my side but not in high spirits and be in love with me. It's more
painful than to feel that his not on a cloud of love with me, I let go of that
someone.