Life After Love

Life after love. How many of us have lived that? Is it emptier and silent? Is it pointless or clueless? What word of anguish could explain it better?

Is it better to have loved and lost or never to have loved at all? Who would be the authority on this matter and resolve it once and for all?

How could the loss of one human freeze the timeline for everyone around her, especially her parents and siblings, and most of all, that one person who was willing to go to any length to make her his life. Why would she just leave and not leave a note behind to give solace to any?

How does she expect all who are left behind to continue to live without her? Her mother still waits for her staring at the front door. Her sister waits for her annoying text messages. Her brothers await her friendly taunts. Her father was almost ready to marry her off to the love of her life. But all that stood at halt as she decided to depart to heaven.

Life after love is indeed pain and longing, however, the dilemma is, it goes on. Time may be relative and may pass slower for everyone who loved her, nevertheless, it will continue to move ahead. May they soon accept the loss. May they start to live again. May love finds them when they have lost all the hope, never to leave again.

To one who left us too soon.

Love,

MSK.