The Echo of Love’s Departure

Our introduction of love came as suddenly and luminously as the rising of the sun boasting colourful hues, setting the scene of a cherished love on the horizon in front of me. The initial spark and happiness of our relationship swept me clean off my feet. Cloud nine couldn't reach me, I was above and beyond happy.

We were happy for a time but they say all good things must come to an end. For me and you-this was our beginning of end. The story of the gradual unraveling of our love, once firm then unflattering, there they were-some hundred red flags. Signs of a growing distance and fading affection, miscommunications and the death of a relationship.

The sudden departure of love filled my heart with shock and pain, the realization that love once in my grasp is slipping away. The final moments of togetherness before the inevitable parting are the hardest. Your feelings linger and so do your hands on the soon-to-be ex-love beside you.

There's an aftermath of lost love. Its associates are feelings of emptiness and void. Sometimes, depression can ensue. You sit in the balcony of the bright quiet calm of the sun's embrace where memories flood. Ones that can haunt and comfort in equal measure once you regret as you reflect on them truly.

True Love is a gift, a present one gives to another freely. It is not envious or boastful, arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable or resentful nor does it rejoice at wrongdoing but it rejoices in the truth. Love leaves you with the impression that it is better to know it and have it, than to not know or have it at all. This was the wisdom and knowledge I got from that experience I called love.

A deeper reflection on love left me feeling gratitude for the lessons and experiences shared.

Though I'm experiencing the enduring impact of lost love and the bittersweet nostalgia that follows, I've accepted love's departure as a painful but necessary journey that one may experience as you live.

In conclusion, the wisdom gained from lost love can last an eternity. However long that may be on this side of the stream. I'll acknowledge the enduring beauty and significance of a life with love, though now for a moment in mine, I've lost it. Now for a moment in time, it's absent.