Long ago, after a brutal break-up one of my juniors asked me, ‘bhai, how can you move on?’

I remembered a few years before while I was facing the same dilemma my alter ego told me, “Moving on is a brutal business if the love was true. It’s not like some small wounds that you stitch and patch then It’s going to heal. It’s like you have lost your arm, now you have to learn how write and eat with your legs, It’s more like a war then a battle. You have to teach yourself to live without the arm once you had.”

A few days ago while reciting some excellent poems by Nizar Qabbani I found a similar message where the great Syrian poet wrote,

”Don’t love deeply till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth because the depth of your love today is the depth of your wound tomorrow.”

Then I remembered another quote from my beloved poet Mahmoud Darwish,

”Take me back to where I was before I met you, then leave”

and a subsequent reddit post where the redditor wrote,

“Because now I have to learn to live without you…

It seems like you will be in my memories and in my heart more than I have spent my days in your presence and in your warm arms.

I wish I could of told you how much you have meant to me. How important and delicate you were to me.

Would it have changed anything?

I need to let you go though. I need to let go of the thought that you will be mine forever. Truth is you were never mine to begin with.

I regret it.

I regret meeting you

Because now I have to live with the pain of not having you next to me.

All I have is the thought of you and hope that you will stay…”

May be this is the reason when Mahmoud Darwish again wrote, “All roads leads to you, even the ones I took to forget you.”