When a
relationship fails—especially between two individuals—unexpected events unfold.
This is so because when a relationship is blooming, neither of the two parties
bother to prepare themselves for the period when either of them would have to
do without the other person in question.
That
scenario is never entertained. In fact, a mere mention of the possibility of
such a happenstance is considered a jinx. The fear of a relationship breaking
up at seams is so high that when it actually takes place, we are scared beyond
reality and scarred beyond imagination. It's quite palpable that not both the
parties would have the same inclination towards each other. One of the two
would very well—like they love to say nowadays—"move on" in style
although that's something I'm yet to grasp.
How can
people move on? Especially when you've invested time, energy and the potion
called love into one person for an interesting amount of time. Especially when
a piece of you is left in that person who has apparently moved on and you're
supposed to move on from. Especially when it felt so real and eternal.
Maybe that's
why it hurts one fine evening when you weren't expecting the memories to flood
in. Because you thought you were done. Surprise, surprise! You never were and
you never will be. That's not how a human heart works. We are animals, yes, but
we are not the kind that takes a life for granted. We are the ones who look
into each other's eyes and synchronize heartbeat. I shudder to imagine how it'd
feel like when two heartbeats are out of sync.
