Where do we go when love ends?

And now? After this period of pain and mourning, when memories are not so heavy, where does love go?

I wonder where is this feeling, if it really existed, where did it go?

Where did those sunny afternoons of beer on the boardwalk go?

That joy when you get home and see him with a smile on his face?

The meetings watered with friends and laughter?

The conversations that lasted until dawn and, when we knew it, the day was already dawning?

Where do the plans for a life for two go?

Our trip to Egypt?

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Our house on the beach?

New car financing?

And what children would we have?

Where did all this go?

Here is a nostalgic reflection:

I’m here now, after going through all this turbulent time and all the stages of grief, the denial, the anger, the renegotiation… what do I do now?

Where did love go?

What feeling was left?

It’s surreal and horrible to say this, but I feel empty, I feel lethargic, I feel… I don’t.

And after thinking and rethinking all this, I come to the conclusion that this absence of feelings is a preparation for what will come, it is a moment of stillness, of being with yourself, loving and blessing each movement no matter how inert it seems, no matter how stagnant. whatever.

Because after that, you’ll look back and find that the questions change or reinvent themselves, I don’t know.

Up front, you will realize that instead of wondering where love has gone, you will be asking yourself:

Where do we go when love ends?

Meire Rodrigues

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