When we are in love, we care deeply about how we feel and those whom our heart beats for every minute and to those whose lives we are evolving. But when love, as we felt it, are like roses blooming and beaming through an open window, is lovely and yes, it is refreshingly interesting to see and feel. It gave us the reassurance that even if the days are gloomy, our love as we shared it, will be just as refreshing and just plainly, an eye-candy to most who sees us.
Just when we love seriously too, that there are those that hamper our love comes rushing in. Whether we can accept it or not, there are those whose purpose in life is to ruin relationships and conquer the love you built. They just easily stoop at the window and invariably pick up those lovely flowers that represented every bloom, strength, optimism and every purpose why such relationships exist. There are however, people, whose purpose in life is to wreak lives and ruin relationships of which many lovers have befall.
Crestfallen, we are often left out and ruined. We are left to move on alone and worse, we are left over someone not of our own decision and doing, unfortunately, just by someone. Was it only yesterday then that you asks about how you both felt? Was it only yesterday that we enjoyed the simplicity of life and living? Was it only yesterday that we shared a hearty laugh and a will to survive? Was it only yesterday that we shared I LOVE YOU’s? Was it only yesterday that we surrendered all our love, our faith, our loyalty, our trust, our hope? Was it only yesterday that we shared in the victory and downfall of every dream we made? Was it only yesterday that we cared deeply about us and the future we carved in? Was it only yesterday that we courted and build on? We kept asking these to remind us, not of our inability to love honestly but to revalidate our capacity to move on.
In it though, it is unfortunate that one of us go on without the other, in the company of those who stole the show, in the company of those who ruined us and those in the arms of strangers who wreaked us. Then how could moving on be not as painful? It will always be painful but the reassurance will always be that in the hollowness we felt, we find peace and respect. That in the painful journey we will take alone, we find solace in the company of those who plant love and nurture it. That in the painful transition, we are deeply reassured of our own self-worth above what they have seen through us and those whom they refused to see us through. After all, roses are lovelies when they bloom and they bloom much more than we even think they have been doomed.