The red pill or the blue pill?

I left a message to my friend this morning just before I left for the office telling her how deeply saddened I was because of the end of a relationship and I found this reply when I checked my email hours after:

 

Hello Cher,
Yes it has been long overdue. about love, based on what i have been experiencing lately, this is what i have to share with you:
It is a gift that comes like a thief in the night- when you least expect it. God will just surprise you. you won't be looking or longing for it, that person will just appear as if it is something magical- or sometimes, that person is already there and has been there but the "love" has not blossomed yet. It will happen, trust me.
I also learned that love comes into your life for many different reasons- some of which we do not see the reasons for at first but, sometimes, like when it flies away (as we cannot hold on to it, love is like a butterfly that lands on your arm so take care of it), there is a reason and it is always good, trust me.
All you have to do is open your mind and your heart and let go of your fears and I promise you, love will come into your life- naturally and effortlessly and before you know it, a thousand flowers will bloom- endlessly.
So that is what I have learned about this gift called love. It is Divine. Just keep the faith and it will happen- in God's time.
Cheers!

-Thank you Nash, this really touched me…I feel a whole lot better because you shared this with me.

Just to give a little insight, I’ve decided to end a two and a half year relationship (my friends call it a fling, but I just can’t classify it as such) with a guy I’ve been going out on and off with for a while now. We were on what you call a “forbidden” relationship because of cultural differences. We tried. I fought for our love but just recently my love just decided to give up the fight. It suddenly seems pointless now to fight for something when your partner doesn’t want to anymore. It hurts like hell. I’m still reeling from the pain. I am now on what you call a “getting over phase” where I try to jam my schedule with all the extra work and meetups I can pack into. However, I still can’t deny the harsh truth that when everything cools down at the end of the day, I still lie awake on my bed, crying silent tears until I fall asleep. Every waking moment is such a burden because the tears will start flowing again. I’ve been like this almost a week now. I’ve got to help myself. This morning I woke up with a conviction, to take the red pill or the blue pill? As the hours pass by, the blue pill is becoming a very smart choice.