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After Love Ends

Love is a beautiful illusional space to be in
Illusional because many things are assumed to be true the way one expects it to be
Expectations of what makes one believe that 'we are meant to be together'
Such assumptions are necessary as that's  where certain jargons of life called trust and faith eases into relationship

When expectations turns out to be untrue, aftermath begins
Aftermath of love has one common thing to share with then illusional time
Here one is living the same moments of love by recalling it
But the perception of once happiness being taken over by suffering

Suffering is very real, inexplicable, inevitable and traumatic
Such suffering cannot be summed up in words between two inverted commas or a book
I assume even great poets have failed to convey what it is like to suffer

When everything one desired for comes to an end, the hopelessness takes off for an unwarranted, undesired journey
An amusing thing about such journey is that, the tipping point of such journey could be just about anything
It could range from smell of a perfume or noticing a couple together or a family playing with their kids...it could be a song, a colour, women's pregnancy....etc

More the memories greater the suffering
It's fascinating how mind could connect just about anything to that one person
Every possible thing seems to be a constant reminder that 'we are not together anymore'

Suffering.... is a very possessive feeling
It never leaves the sufferer on words of hope by caring friends
No matter the number of shoulders one has around, it's the sufferer who has to suffer

You might have heard of delusion of reprieve
It works on a whole new level in the aftermath
Though the days are filled with hopelessness one still finds seesaw of hope brimming around...hope of reunification  with their loved one
As one of the dialogue from Shawshank Redemption goes, hope is a good thing....may be the best of things

Suffering is like a bridge connecting two sides
It's the only way to get to the other side
So the only ideal way is to accept the loss
Acceptance would not change things overnight
But it gives hope that sooner or later even this phase too shall pass one day
Eventually finding oneself on the other side

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