When someone dies, you pray the Lord to take the soul; but when you are dumped, you feel as though your soul is being forcefully taken. You feel as though you are losing control and falling into a pit of fire. It hurts. Damn, it hurts! But gradually, you bring yourself back up. Step by step and inch by inch you make the arduous climb. Day by day and moment by moment you take baby steps. And if you really try, you can feel yourself regaining your soul. You breathe again. You talk again. You smile again. And you love again.

Love, in a way, is both sweet and sour. You couldn’t have lived a rich and full life if you have never loved or been loved. Now, I do not mean the love of a father or of a mother, sister and brother. I do not mean the love one has for ones country or for ones people. And not the love of God or gods. Those are different. You love the aforementioned in different ways. And so that’s not what I am talking about. The love for one’s lover, ha, that’s what I am talking about! It is a different kind of feeling, a different kind of affection and a different kind of adoration and veneration.

It is both sweet and sour. And like the rose flower, you must handle it gingerly since you cannot and must not take it for granted. You work at it. You feed it. You fan it. You do whatever it takes to keep it alive. Like the bonfire, you continually fan or feed it to keep it alive. Nevertheless like every bonfire, if you mishandle it, you are toast! But “When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal”

Sweet. Sweet, isn’t it? Love is sweet. Loving is great. It makes you happy and giddy and blissful and forever smiling. It nourishes your soul. It makes you glide and waltz instead of walking. It enables you escape or better handle all the bumps and vagaries that comes with living. In other words, love makes living much better. However, if you don’t handle it right, it may turn into hatred and bitterness; and can also incite or educe high crimes and misdemeanors — that’s to say that its metamorphosis can be fatal!

History has no record of the number of men and women who has lost their minds as a result of unrequited love. History has no record of the number men and women who took their lives because of a lost love. Indeed, history has no record of the number of broken hearts who ended up in the sanitarium or psychwards. Only that it happens every time and everywhere. It is happening now to a neighbor. It is happening now to a neighbor who spent the better part of the last six years loving a lover and nurturing a relationship she thought was ordained by the heavens. We thought so, too. But to watch her disintegrate and to watch her lose her mind is simply painful.

We the friends and neighbors did not see it coming. We didn’t. All we saw was a loving couple who are non-smokers, teetotalers, God fearing, kind and honest to self and to others. They were what Smokey Robinson would call “the life of the party” because they were full of love and energy and kindness and good vibes. Their smile and good nature infected everybody and everything around them. There are a whole lot of people — married and single — in our neighborhood, here in Dallas, who aspired to be like them. If any relationship would stand the test of time, theirs was it. And if any marriage was going to last for eternity, theirs was going to be it. You couldn’t get any better. Or so we thought. But we were wrong. How sad. How sad. How sad for them and for us.

After this excruciating pain and burning agony, how do you go about your life? How do you put things in order? How do you rebuild? Can you trust again? Should you trust again? Can you love again and would you allow yourself to be loved again? At the very least, such experiences make us weary and distrustful of future propositions. But the fact is that one must not give up and give in. One must love again and again and allow others to love us again and again. Otherwise, “If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty.”