What Remains After Love?

After hearing those ellipses, after hearing what happens with love, what remains for us—and nothing better than hearing it narrated by Who to blame when love ends?

What happened to these people? I don’t have an answer to this question. I can only tell you that every story has two versions—in this case, the one who is abandoned and the one who abandons. But that last story is hidden because it doesn’t matter, because that person was the one who ended it, so they have no right to say anything, absolutely nothing.

But I’ll take this opportunity to share with you the unknown secret of a beautiful girl everyone knows, who was always accompanied by a red cape:

And in the forest, when their eyes met, Little Red Riding Hood understood that what she lived with the wolf was just that—one more fairy tale.

For this reason, no one ever knew what the girl in the red cape did to the wolf to make him try to eat her, because it was those hurtful words, those pejorative attitudes that made the wolf act. She knew what she was doing wasn’t right, but she didn’t care anyway. This is a story few know but one that needed to be heard.

This side of the story shows how the wolf survived after being attacked with an axe by a woodcutter who nearly killed him, but this fact no longer mattered to the wolf, for his heart and soul were destroyed.

Poor wolf. Continuing to live is part of life, as is suffering and moving forward, but with caution and prudence, knowing you can’t give your heart to the first person who crosses your path in the forest.

And do we keep blaming the one who leaves?

Well, to close, I want to leave the door open for you to tell us: what happened after you made the decision to let that person go, to put a final period on that relationship? Valentine’s Day has passed, but now only these stories remain to be told. What’s yours?