Who Will Save Who

(Lost Love)
By: Mikael Anjo Canlas



There are different kinds of love. This is love as defined by wikipedia “Love, emotion explored in philosophy, religion, and literature, often as either romantic love, the fraternal love of others, or the love of God.” People have different perception about love—as they say. It is well-defined by the heart than by the mind. What if you lose the only love you’ve ever known? What does one do when one loses what matters most?

They say “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” and for some “absence makes a heart weaker, numb and sober”. Experience will always be your best teacher. A love that’s lost can never find it’s own way home, no matter how much willing a heart can be, it’s like searching for a piece of needle under a pile of thread. Even without the hoard of thread, looking for a single piece of needle is troublesome.

“Once you have it, keep it” an insight that will come up, after you realize the value of what you once had. Losing the one you love is like not wanting to breathe anymore, because every breathe hurts, every breathe breaks your heart. Sometimes you’ll end up hugging yourself in the coldness of the night; crying yourself to sleep and not wanting to wake up anymore, for you are afraid, afraid to face another day without your heart beside you and the tears you have is no because of joy but all because of pain and longing for someone whom you think you’ll never have again.

Falling in love? Nobody said it was easy. You wouldn’t lose it if you held it tightly, if you just did something about it, if it’s that important to you, you should’ve done something. As long as you can still understand, give, adjust, then so be it. As long as you know you’re doing it and it feels so right you’re on a fine path. It’s not everyday you bump into someone that can show you what happiness is.

If you think one is giving less, give more, if one is ignoring the other should pay attention and if you’re hurting, love until it hurts no more. You are not loving at all if you’re not prepared to face these things. Love is all about sacrifice, going against your principles in life and how much you’re willing to give everything up just for the sake of their own happiness.

Literally and figuratively speaking, giving yourself to them unselfishly, without expecting something in return. Seeing the one you love happy is better than succumbing and suppressing yourself in all forms of hatred and pain this world has to offer.

Rather than wasting time drowning yourself with depression, slitting your wrist, drinking a bottle of shampoo, not wanting to eat, realizing how pathetic you are losing the one you love or before you decide how to end your life why not try spending your time looking for the love you’ve lost, try rescuing your heart. It’s never too late for anything. Losing your pride is better than losing the world you’ve grown to love, a world that’s full of happiness that you’ve never known—the only happiness you, yourself have recognized.

Words really can’t tell what one should do to regain what’s rightfully his’; life will not teach you how to bridge the gap. Sometimes, you just have to be your own hero and in the end you’re the only one who really knows how to save what’s dying inside.