First Love Conversations

Conversations….

There is so much left to say,
There is so much left to perceive,
There is so much left to comprehend,
There is still so much left to converse…don’t you think?

Life started off so young, so pure, so packed with curiosity for the mind, body and soul at hand, just so saturated with the love blossoming for each other.
Life suddenly seemed like it was meant to be lived, to be explored.
Two lives emerged, meant to be lived just for one another!

Love bloomed, seasons passed, months transformed into years, and time just lapsed by without a word.

But with this love grew a mysterious sting, a restless feeling, a nauseating crack that grew leaps and bounds before distinct realization. And animosity swelled out of a barely surviving love. Before we knew it, two lives toppled in cumbersome aggression.

Maybe an immense lack of communication. Could be just some clumsy misunderstandings. Maybe two clashing egos, blame not accepted by either team!

Gaps grew with filled up sorrow, hearts ached until anguish lost its meaning. Love took isolated turns until one life dissipated into two solitary strangers.

Did our devotion go wrong somewhere? Did lives part giving no explanations?
When did we wither, when did our treasure leave us behind, why didn’t it match steps with each other?

Alls finished but what’s left is:
‘Life goes on with another presence taking birth’
‘Probably another conversation commenced’