To love and live longing for someone
is like living with a slight but persistent
toothache. With time you gets used to
these dull pains in you and it lowers to
a mumbling bumbling bumblebee – it’s
like having a trying pet, yet a companion.
The absence in you follows you through
your day and delays you from fall asleep
at night. Then in your sleep your lover in
person comes to visit you in your dreams.
Next morning the same grim pain greets
you “hello” and “good morning”. Misery
keeps you bonding to your beloved and
you realize it well. But it’s past your will,
it’s the persistent desire in you keeping
your beloved. Because Hope dies slow
and it takes so long time to let go.