My Choice is my Happiness

It has never struck my mind that I’ll be a relationship person come this days. But I am or should I say, I was. Let’s delimit my definition of a relationship:
Relationship\-shən-ˌship\ - the state of being affectionate to same/opposite gender for romance.

I won’t deny the fact that I was so engrossed to an affectionate romance inside-out. It was recently that I have engaged myself in such manners of showing love not only to my better half but also to my family. I thank my “ex-s“ because they became the instrument why I have a better dealing with my family now. But as always the case, relationship doesn’t last long, or at least, factors make relationship not last long. It’s a tribulation I hate the most in this affair. Break-up ends up cunningly, dreadfully, adversely…huh, say what you want. It whiles to weeks, months or years before the party/-ies involved could say, “I have moved on.” Worse comes to worst when the unfortunate lover clings to lies that hope is there, as such, this is just a test of faith and love; but to no avail, it’s the end. Say, it’s the end that is, parting ways, no more chance, to one’s own life, etc.

Moving on.
This is like a purgatory of love. It’s a brink of honesty, lies, delusion, reality, deceit to one’s emotional state. Matter-of-factly, it’s a breakdown of one’s senses.

‘Been there.’
You know, if you really loved someone so dear and unconditionally, it’s so hard to move one. I recall myself saying a piece before that in love (relationship), there is always the one who really loves more than the other loving him back. What if you were the former? What if you were the one who loved more than your partner? That is so painful. It kills you every moment of your life and it’s so hard disengaging yourself from the recalls of your experiences. You’ll never know what to do and what you can do to yourself. It’s devastation.

After a while…

A relief…

Blissful mind…

Tranquility…

I like that fact that everything has its pros and cons, like in a relationship. It’s a wheel to deal; sometimes, you’re up, the other times, your down. It’s where and when you grow up, becoming more mature individual, wiser than they thought of you.
I learn and I become stronger with experience. But admittedly, I am ignorant with love. However smart you are, you’ll breakdown with love. But look on the brighter side. It’s a learning experience that one can be proud of, beating the winds of change, the bustles of emotions and the likes.
If you ask me, though, “Are you willing to have another relationship?”
No. I’m afraid.
I know, I learn; but I’ll pass.
Not for now. I’m just happy being my own. I learn how to love myself more than ever.
Till the next time…