As the saying goes, 'Some think it's holding on that makes one strong. Others think it's letting go.'I agree. Holding on is hard. But so is letting go.

Holding on is painful. Selfish. Even if both parties want it that way. Being together, I mean. But they know it'll never work out. Yet they hold on with a simple faith. They cling to every bit of hope they find. And. It hurts. It hurts to see the one you love troubled. Frustrated. When they finally find a way out of their misery, they shrink from it - it leads to greater pain and agony.

But if they don't let go, neither will have the life they might have if they did. And they will have to make a decision. A decision that will change the course of the paths they thought they would take, would alter their lives forever.

Being selfish is only human. But it's like... Poison I guess. And only love can neutralise it. Perhaps it's that intense love that makes one reconsider her decision to keep him by her side. If it would give him the life he was meant to have, she would do anything. Anything. She would let him go, and away with him would go the impossible future she had thought about countless of times. And away would go all the times they could have had, in spite of the circumstances and their future, together.

She would let go.

He was fighting a battle within himself. He would never choose to leave her. She meant too much to him. But how could he stand to single-handedly destroy the bright future she could have - without him? 'If you love someone, let them go. If they come back, they were always yours.'

He would leave her. Physically, yes. But spiritually, he would always be with her. He could always hang around somewhere, waiting to catch a glimpse of her back...

What he hadn't counted on was her love for him. He thought she would forget him. How long would it take? One week? Two weeks? He never thought it would break her heart, bring her life crashing to her feet, for him to leave as he planned to.

Love. How selfish is it, yet how unselfish? To let go - an unbearably painful sacrifice. Yet they decided on it, for the happiness of the other. Did they not know that it would only be the other that their happiness, their life, would be complete? They knew not then.

Love. It knows not its strength until the moment it must part.