Life after Love
Prologue
People never really realize what a dull existence they've been living until they fall in love. It's as though their whole life has been striped down allowing them to see what was hidden all along. It's like waking up to the most beautiful sunrise you have ever set your eyes upon, realising you have never, in all your years, witnessed such magnificent beauty. One can describe love as the sun, filled with fiery passion, exploding across the sky, engulfing every crack, every corner with its warmth and radiance, however, taunting you that you may never experience such a jubilant moment again. This is realities way of sticking it in your face, deriding you with the fact you have wasted half of your life and there is nothing that can be done to reverse it. For me this is how I felt the moment I was 'blessed' with the feeling of the all-pervasive emotion known as Love. I understand my description is quite disdainful, yet somehow as much as I try to write it out as being a shitty experience, I can't get the fact out of my head that is was the most glorious moment of my life. I have never felt so much contentment albeit with such pain at the same time. The episode was sickly sweet. I would willingly die a thousand deaths just to have that little part of my life played over again. See now that's peculiar, never in all my pathetic existence have I ever spoken so. I'm afraid this is beyond my control for, like many fools, I have fallen under the dreaded curse of Love.