What Happens To Love ?

Have you ever wondered what happens to the love when the people that share it are no longer bound by the willingness to go on? What happens to the countless moments trapped inside the pauses between every smile, the skipped beats of two fluttering hearts lingering in the space between two lips as they part for the last time, the tears held back that come crashing down like rain, when you turn your back and walk away, too afraid that if you look back, you won't have the courage to leave. What happens, when every inch of your skin begs you to hold on, but in your heart you know leaving is the only choice?

I left you. But make no mistakes, I still dream of you. Every morning when I wake up, I shrug off our love that wraps me like my favorite blanket and step into the cold rain to climb mountains I am yet to see. Make no mistakes, because the person I left you for, was me.

I am taken aback to realize that years after years I went through the days of remembrance without even realizing that these are the days. Perhaps it is a good thing for me. Perhaps somehow I too managed to move on. But why on earth the old memories have exhumed to haunt me tonight? Why tonight I feel like all has happened just yesterday? Is it to let me feel that you are still there in the deepest dungeons of my heart? I bore this chalice safely through a throng of foes, and thereby I can feel your presence, your importance to me and to my whole being.