Yearnings

What do you think is the greatest reason for another person to come between two people who love each other? Perhaps it is simply because, somewhere between their love, there are voids, silent spaces that slowly grow where words should have been, where affection once lived, where understanding has begun to fade.

"There is no such thing as half love, Sirithath."

One full-moon night, when the world around them was immersed in the shimmering silver glow of the moon, Shema murmured these words as she rested her head on Sirithath's lap.

"Either you love someone to the fullest, or you do not love at all."

We commit our sins believing that love will forgive them all. We hurt one another believing that, with time, every wound will heal when love is poured over it. We remain silent, thinking that love will understand what words fail to say. We allow distances to grow, believing that love will always find its way back.

But does it always?

Can love truly heal every wound?

Can forgiveness erase every scar?

Can love fill every void that is left behind?

Or are there some wounds that, despite all the love we give, quietly remain within us?

Perhaps this is where love becomes complicated, not when it disappears, but when it remains, wounded and incomplete, leaving spaces large enough for someone else to enter.