At some point in time in our lives we all encounter love. A feeling that each one of us eventually find, some earlier than the rest.
They tell you how you mean everything to them and a mere sight of you delights their soul. How every moment they spend with you is a treasure to them and without you, a torture. How they would move the heavens and earth to be by your side and would hold your hand both through the thick and thin.
But then sadly beyond everything that’s said and promised we feel diminished, not that our love ran out but because we have lost it .The loss is monumental and we go through heartbreak. There are times when unending anguish grips our soul and despair shatters our being. But like every winter however long surrenders to an ever arriving spring brimming with hope and tranquility we overcome our woes.
Somewhere again we cross paths with this feeling that we hold so close to despite the fact that its absence makes us suffer so much. But then as a sojourner that we are in this ephemeral world, we are drunk on the idea that love could heal all our wounds and comfort our pains.