Can you ever really be detached from someone you have loved? Can you ever really not be interested in one another's life? We all train ourselves to move on, sometimes out of choice, sometimes because there is no other option.
Why do couples fall apart? Why do they no longer remain a "we"? We separate because we feel (and are extremely confident at that when we make that decision) that we have good reasons not to be with the other. Valid, reasonable reasons that drive us to a decision as sombre as a break-up. We quote irreconcilable circumstances, occurrence of things that one or both parties cannot compromise on and so many more points that makes being an adult, so heavy on the shoulders. All that said and done, well understood and digested, what really happens when two individuals separate? Where does that love, so-intense-that-it-almost-hurt go?
In my opinion, the love doesn't ever go away. There are moments when you think about the other and feel pure unadulterated hatred/anger, but more often than not, its only love that you still feel for the other. It cannot be anything other than love, even when you feel the hatred/anger. The reason being this. It is simply not possible to hate someone you loved so much. Doesn't work that way. And if all you feel is hatred/anger/viciousness, maybe what you had when you were together was not love at all.
Love, in all its jaded glory, still remains the most powerful emotion that one can ever feel. If you have ever felt love for someone in the true sense of the word, for even one moment, there is no way, ego, anger, even separation can wash it away. It is a futile attempt to refute it and I know better than to pursue that. If the love was honest, you become these invisible conjoined twins, maybe never together but never ever apart.
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