Prose

The Other Side of Love

I am on the other side of love. The other side of love is when the party ends. Lights are dimmed out. Music is turned off. Most of the people have left you to clean the mess they make, sometimes unintentionally.

Here, words are bare and raw like lips are charred from bitter wind that blows through the open windows. When the party ends the facade comes off, the image in the background fades and words come into focus.

I live on the other side of love now. It’s silent, slow and I can feel the pain in my bones. My knees are sore and the heart doesn’t fly anymore. It’s like the night, after a great but tiring day. You need to rest to wake up again.

Now I can feel the earth beneath me and the sun above me. I can see the world around me now. It doesn’t rest in a single person, it’s scattered in parts and rests in every soul I meet.

The other side of love is a dark place with solitude. The other side of love is also full of love. It’s also a place where miracles happen. The other side of love is over talked about but is underrated.

It’s a school, it brings lessons in love, forgiveness, expression and self. Have you ever been to the other side of love?

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