Move on with a smile

I'm writing this months after my best friend parted ways with me with the classic cliche "it's not you, it's me". So since then everytime I look at besties at a table, I should get a lump in my throat & a little teary eyed. But I don't. I am perfectly fine seeing them share a laugh, without grudging them the pleasure.

We humans make a huge fuss about remembering & forgetting, specially when it comes to relationships. But I have come to realize that it is nothing more than a habit.

Sure, some of it is related to how deep the relation was, but it has more to do with our idea of appearing sensitive. We believe that the more time we spend wallowing in the past, the more sensitive we'd appear. Of course, some overdo it & only stop when others around threaten to strangle them.

Memories would always stay. But there is no reason why we should spend nights with tissues & days with dark circles,  unless we are planning a patch-up or a revenge. If both those options don't apply then please stop behaving as if the world is ending & get some sleep.

I don't deny that the first few days hurt. But after that it is we who keep revisiting the pain until it becomes a sore. Can you deny those small moments when you completely forgot the incident & laughed as you truly should? But within minutes you return to being misty-eyed & distant because you feel guilty for being happy; you feel guilty because 'it's too soon'.

Trust me, no time is ever too soon. If you don't remember the pain, it's because something better, something stronger is happening to you. Let it happen. Don't stop your life (& of others). And in those moments when the memories do come back, honour them with a smile.

I have not forgotten my friend & I will eternally be greatful to her for all the things she added to my life. But I don't wish to dedicate my entire life to tissue boxes & what-ifs. So my request to all of you out there, move on. No one can replace them but someone could bring something different. Don't push away those surprises coz you never know what the next box of chocolates would hold.