A relationship may end, but does love? If they were friends before, does it vanish? Even if they can’t be together, do they stop caring?

I think that’s the hardest part. Learning to live a life that no longer contains the person who brought colour into it even before the shades turned into the sweet-red of romantic devotion. When it was still just the soft-warm yellows of shared memories and companionship and electric-blue hues of late night laughter and a life lived in parallel lines.

I’d like to think the bond perseveres. When it runs deep like an ocean, not a stream.

When it’s a bond that says: as long as I’m alive to love, I will love you. In whatever way I can.