Where does love go?

Here I go again, asking and wondering. Where does love go after the love has gone? Where do the feelings go – those many ‘kilig’ moments brought about by the sound of his voice, when you see his face, a quiet moment when your skin brush? It can’t go away. Not when magic never goes away. It lingers, moves to another part of our life but it stays there. Perhaps it wanes and ebbs but it never ceases completely. If you give a part of yourself to someone, you cannot take it back. And when you make someone a part of your heart it is theirs forever. I assume lost love finds itself a space on the shelf where it sits awhile until the wounds are not so raw - it waits until you find the strength to let it sit back on your shoulder, and allow a chance to look back and actually smile when the memories rush back. Love never goes away. Perhaps it finds someone else – with different intensity, perhaps stronger, perhaps deeper because not two loves can be the same.

In our lifetime, many loves will pass our life. Only one will touch us with immense life-changing power. Only one will have that rare connection. Life’s greatest gift to us is to be touched by love at least once, to experience its intensity, its genuineness and its power. To want to be a better person for the love of another, to long for ways to show someone how special they are and make them feel love. Real love – unconditional, generous, insane and illogical. Beautiful.

For isn't it better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all?