There will always be more hearts broken that can’t be mended, left unattended. What do we do?
I could not agree with that old song more.
So shall we talk about forever?
Granted forever is real, that love truly encompasses time and space, withstands tests of time, conquers all odds, I just want to ask what kind of love should that suppose to be?
We all go through falling in love, being in love, staying in love, falling out of love too, based on our own claims of what love really is.
Getting our hearts broken over and over again is not something to be proud of, but it is foolish for us to say that it has not been love after all. Love, in all its mystery, absurdities and vagueness, is still love. It is meant to last forever. We only choose to get stuck up somewhere on our road to forever and then dismiss that love truly has that power to endure for all eternity.
There is really nothing wrong with love. The fault is in our crappy ideas of what love really is. Love is truly powerful and it is our hearts that get weak and scared. There is forever for those who choose to be there.
The choice is ours for the taking.
At the moment, I am at a crossroad, but I will be there. I believe forever is just there somewhere.
Meanwhile, what is wrong with being alone, naturally? Nothing really.