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A Question of Hope


I thought before that there was nothing quite so sad as when you lose a person you love so much to death. But there is something infinitely more tragic, something much more frightening than just the passing away, the irrevocable closing of the eyes and the chilling thought of bodily decay.

There is something much more terrible than the thought that you will never be able to hear that voice again, but in your dreams; that you will never be able to touch that face again, except in your painful memory; and that you will never be able to feel that certain beat of heart again, but in your too frequent bittersweet thoughts.

And that is when you lose the person you love to someone else. The shock. The anger. The hatred. The pain.

Years may pass and happiness may reign once more in your heart but there will always be nightmares. There is always – always – the teasing barbarity of life.

So you think you have forgotten, and you think that you have completely gotten over, that the love you had is gone, is dead and buried. When suddenly, things seem contrived to make you remember the joy, the ecstasy, and the life that was past. When a face in the crowd seems eerily familiar, a voice you could swear was the one, when every move you make and every turn of your head will bring you nostalgic memories, painful and tender.

But the one you love has gone. And life, as they say, must go on. So you go on.

With all the wistful aspirations for the future, and all the determination never to do it again, never to fall in love again, never to commit the same mistakes again, what with all the aching moments etched in your heart.

For you to cherish, for you to remember, for you to learn.

But, you never learn. Do you……?