How ironic love is. The incidents and actions ,which elevates one to an unprecedented level of bliss , are the ones which transform into the most stinging pain.Once the person whom you love moves away , whatsoever the reason might be , he/she leaves behind a void in your life.
To some their whole life becomes a mere exercise of trying to find an apt replacement to fill the gap. Maybe a few are lucky enough to achieve so but for the majority this is an impossible task. Why such a pure and beautiful emotion , when it ceases to exist , transforms into the most cruel entity.
