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Budding scholar, voice student, horn student, piano princess, swim buff, choir nerd, practice fiend, exchange student, former cathedral chorister, Dean's chorister, young diva

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Letting go....

Softly and gently, see him smiling
How the eyes that open fondly,
see it Friend? Don’t you see?
Ever lighter, how he’s shining
Borne on high amongst the stars?
Don’t you see?
How his heart so bravely swells
Full and calm it throbs in his breast?
As from lips so joyfully mild,
sweet the breath that softly stirs
Friends! Look!
Don’t you feel and see it?
It is only I that hear this way
So wondrous and gentle
Joyously sounding, telling all things, reconciling
Sounding from him, penetrating me,
rising upward swinging on itself
Echoes fondly around me ringing
Ever clearer, wafting round me,
are they waves of gentle breezes?
Are they clouds of gladdening sweet frangrance?
As they swell and murmur round me,
shall I breathe them, shall I listen?
Shall I sip them, plunge beneath them?
Breathe my last amid their sweet smell?
In the billowy surge,
in the gush of sound
In the World’s Spirit’s, Infinite All
To drown now, sinking, unconscious, void of all thought
Highest Bliss!

Although being one of the most famous arias in opera repertoire, in this case for me, the "him" refers to both sexes.

When, if ever, is the right time to let someone go? Someone that you love deeply? Someone that you've cried over many times? I love this person. Not in the romantic way, but in a way that I've never loved anybody, not even my best friend back home. I don't know what it is about this person. So many things could have been different, but things in life happen for a reason in one way or another. I may never figure it out. Maybe it's not meant for me to. This person may never find this blog and will never know the extent of how much i love them. If I'm letting go, maybe they shouldn't know. If I let go, it means the love doesn't matter anymore. Mom once told me I have a heart of gold. I only wish i did. This person once told me and this has stuck in my mind since i am so far from home that they're not my family but they love me just the same. How do you just get over something like that? You don't and you never will. So the real question is not when to let go, but how to let go.

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