The odd feeling when the man you fell in love with had come to a realization that he didn’t love you anymore and decided to reshape those memories you both had with someone else or that he has decided to live a beautiful life with her in it.
The wound is too deep. The shit ton of excruciating pain inside you is so intense and that a part of you dies.
The damn stabbing pain in your heart when you watch your love one loving someone else.
The damn feeling when you think that you can’t stay with him forever, it is because someone else will.
The damn feeling when you think they will grow old together and only in death will they part.
The damn feeling when you think they go to bed together, losing themselves in their passion for each other, with her head on his chest, her arm thrown across his stomach and his arm around her neck, smelling the feminine scent of her. The way he plays with her rumpled silky black hair like the way he used to do when you were together.
The damn feeling when you think of him pinning her down in bed, his hands holding her arms above her head, his legs locking hers, grinning down at her, leaving her helpless as he moves slowly against her, driving her crazy with passion, the way he used to do when you were together.
The damn feeling when you think of him kissing her with all the shattering tenderness, softly whispering, “you’re mine” and the desire begins to roar through her entire body, making her moan for him, the way he used to do when you were together.
The damn feeling when you think of him gently biting the edge of her neck and shoulders that drives her crazy with helpless yearning, the way he used to do when you were together.
The damn feeling when you think they wake up in the morning, trailing his hands along her thighs and instantly turn her on, just like the way he used to do when you were together.
The damn feeling when you think of them, waking up each morning smelling their brew black coffee while listening at the tweeting of the small birds and staring at the mark of brilliant reds and oranges below the horizon.
And this is the problem when a heart has a memory, somewhere in time, in a vast lingering landscape of the mind. You don’t have any other choice but to grow in the pain that he left in you. Time heals all wounds. And life gets easier with time.
And yes, some people don’t always end up with the ones they truly love. They don’t always get a trip down the aisle with them and tell stories of how they met to their beautiful kids. And they don’t always have the chance to keep the people they love until the drop of infinity runs out.
After all, “forever” doesn’t always have a space in this constantly changing world and that’s perfectly okay.