Hiralious

"it's better to have loved and lost , than never to have loved at all"  its untrue.  It's entirely wrong because when 64 year old hands prepare food for 24 year old youth , when 66 year old hands bring grocery for 20 year old youth , there is a mismatch here. There is a love so dangerous that it seeps through the spaces in your understanding that you don't even know exist , into that part of your brain that determines your identity. Live through that love and live through the pain of losing it , losing the shelter on your head , the pat on your back , the strings that always kept you anchored somewhere , the warmth that always welcomed you home , the eyes that lit up when you came in focus , the only partial love you ever had and tell me that it is better to have it and lose it than never having it at all. Tell me the memory of it is not a curse we live with , for as long as we live. Tell me it's easier to live with pain than with absence of love. How does it become fair , for us to be loved so much , only to be stripped away of all the knowledge we took for granted. When a baby doesn't know anyone , he knows his mother .  When he cannot identify her , he can feel her. The mother is a given, she is supposed to be there. It is the truth around which the emotional well being of the baby is centred.  How is it fair that she can just disappear ? That she can stop caring that you missed your meals ? That you burnt yourself ? That someone said something  mean to you ? That your favourite toy , notebook , mobile phone is missing ? How can people both know that this pain exists and still call life beautiful ?  How can the father cease to exist ? The man who answered all your questions from why there are speed breakers to how governments are run , he just goes away with his infinite knowledge into oblivion ? He goes away with his consult forever ? What do you turn to then? Is it not an amputation of the most unimaginable kind ? How is the pain of loving someone so purely that the act of loving them is a nature to you , something you don't even recognize, like breathing,  be milder than the loneliness of never having that person ?