There is no catching up with time, whats gone is gone, either we can mourn the past or live up fully to the present to make the best of our future. All these wise words and saying keeps no meaning over a broken heart, a lost love. All the mind can understand is that somewhere you are in pain, somewhere it hurts overlooking the facts and reality of life, what’s prioritised is the sorrow, the mourning of that part of you which died as the love of your life took off. All the senses are dead, all the emotions are flowing all over irrespective of the situation creating a sense of confusion, whether to cry out loud for help or just laugh at your own-self being it a “I told you so” situation. The one thing thats happy at this moment is the subconscious, emotionless, fact based, logical, judging part of you, smiling all over your un-broken tears and saying “You fool, why don’t you learn to trust me, why don’t you listen to me huh?, YOU better listen to me now and give some meaning to what i say”. All you want now is to silence this part of you, to stop all the mocking, the best possible solution you see is getting drunk, bathing in alcohol. At a moment you get a 70% water to booze volume by volume in your body, you don’t see that you are killing yourself, Why do you do so?, you ask, well because you think you are already dead, you think you have lost the very thing that made you feel alive, what made the miserable life of yours worth living. You forget all the time that you lived before the love stuck, no remembrance of the memories before this time what so ever. All you know, all you remember is the time you loved and were loved. This mourning goes on until the very first tear of recovery breaks down from your eyes and by the time passes that one drop of tear acts as a seed of coming showers of tear. Every single, little or big, thing about your love starts flashing in front of you, the memories, the promises, the imaginary world you had in your mind passes in front of you giving you the last salute of remembrance. The time has come to stand tall on your feet and move on, but that move on is just an alias for just suppressing everything and putting it in a box inside you somewhere locked safe. You see you never really move on, you just learn to live with everything good and bad, the empty side of your bed. You laugh, start enjoying again, people think you are all good now you have moved on but what they don’t see is that while you are taking a selfie you are not alone your love is still there standing right next to you all posed for the click invisible to the eyes of who didn’t lived that moment at the first place.