In Love 2 – 1 ≠ 1

You left me, leaving me alone in my life. The two bodies, one soul, which we had proudly considered so far and thought would continue to the end of our lives, that dream is shattered.

Now you are moving on; for you, it’s just dividing something into two parts.

But my love, math doesn’t work in love; in love, the answer to two minus one is never one.

You left me, but the moments we spent together will remain with me.

The hugs, which I lost count of, the warmth of those hugs is still with me.

The fragrance of your body, you left on me in those infinite cuddles every night, is still with me.

Your impressions you left on almost everything you touched when you were here, including my heart, how could you take those along with you?

Your words in a hushed tone, which were always more like a rhythm and the music to my ears, are still there and helping me cope as you left.

As you are gone, you must be thinking it like cutting something in two, but my dear, that never happens in love; math doesn’t work in love.

You will be starting your new life, but I am sure you too can’t escape the feeling I am going through now.

Yes, you will deny that with those orchestrated laughs, by talking candidly to one and all, including me as well, and never giving an iota of doubt that you too got hurt leaving me.

But my love, how are you going to convince your own self? How are you going to suppress the emotions when you are alone?

I am sure, the more you start avoiding it, the less you will be able to do it.

As you left me now, you think you would be fine, but my memories will never let you be so.

Yes, physically we are separate, but I am sure, one half of both of us will always be occupied by the memories, the moments we shared, and it will always be one soul which can never be separated now.

Because math doesn’t work in love.