Can time heal the wounds of love?

Sometimes, the wounds, the cuts our souls bleed from, don’t ever heal. We just become used to having a part of ourselves die each day, with every drop of blood that falls on to the floor of our shattered belief in happy endings; of victory of good over evil. The pain becomes a part of us, our existence. It’s our story, the one that made us who we are, the footprints that will lead a follower to the destination we are at, even if the person doesn’t know he’s treading the same path, the bright light of love blinds his sight of conscious thinking and makes him walk a path of thorny rose bushes that cut him so deep that by the time he realizes, his will to even try, has lost itself like the roses he had managed to pick along the way. But that’s what love is.

A lover would rather live that pain, than regret walking that path, because among the countless lovers who have found themselves in the same place, he lives with the hope that his love was the strongest, the purest, most worthy of another journey of that pain he will always carry in his heart; it’s the evidence of his most humane days, when he was ready to forgive even if he couldn’t forget, to be hurt even if he couldn’t be healed. He can never forget those times when he would sit alone in the dark, seeing the flame of a candle in the darkest dungeons of hopelessness & helplessness. He can never forget the feeling of sheer bliss and buoyancy that floated over his smiles. And nothing could overcome the overwhelming joy he couldn’t contain in his chest. He will always want to hold on to the last memories as much as the first, steal a look and see them looking back at him with the same love and affection, which will never die out like the small fire that couldn’t survive the coldest winter night.

Time changes everything. What once seemed like a better world now seems cruel, because things, people and emotions all lose their value to the same. They say that time heals all wounds, but we lovers only know that there’s just too much that time cannot erase. Because in between the pain I breathe and the tears I cry, I am still a lover.

P.S. Happened to write this after a friend spoke of his unfinished love story. It’s been a decade but the pain seems to live on. For some reason, i felt the urge to listen to this soul stirring song from Shor, one in my favorites list.