When love dies

After the fall out, I've been questioning myself - has my love died? Or to put it more appropriately, has my love for him died ? Withered. Ceased.

I've been looking at couples and families. I tried to figure out how long their relationships would last, how long would they be loyal to their partners, how deep would their love towards their companions be. 


I noticed that unmarried couples are the most loving. They hold hands, wrap their arms round their soul mates' waists or shoulders, whisper at each other's ears, giggle sweetly, stare at their beloved ones with abundant love. They are totally enveloped with an aura of honeyed bubble, only everything within this space matters to them.

I noticed married couples, especially those blessed with children, are less 'loud' in their conveyance of love. Some none at all. Some stare blankly into the vacant space, some read magazines or newspapers, some sit silently with expressionless faces, some telling off their kids, some show frustration with their eyebrows deeply furrowed.

So, the question remains unanswered. I am still thinking, thinking about all the possible consequences. 

Posted at 18.01pm