Love

Isn't it weird how you can fall madly in love with someone and plan your whole lives out saying you're going to be with them forever. You feel like you can marry them and you can just picture yourselves living your "happily ever after"; only for all of it to fall apart right before your eyes. You're left alone with a broken heart. You have this feeling that eats away your soul keeping you from moving on. You're convinced there'll be no one in this world for you other then that one person. No one will ever connect with you in the same way. Day by day passes by and yet, you swear it's been years. Slowly but surely you've picked up all the broken pieces of what's left with your torn heart. Hope is brought back to your life and you see hope in another person. That simple chance of falling in love and being wanted is in the picture again and it carries you to live on. The cycle begins all over again.

Hope is brought back into the picture; the hope of not being hurt again; the hope of finding love again; the hope of actually being happy one more time in your life that's been a huge mess. Miraculously, you do find love again and you fall deeper. He loves you for who you are and your love for him is so great that you're willing to throw away your world because nothing else mattered but him. But doesn't this seem "de-ja-vu"? Didn't your first love accept you the way you were and your love for him was also so great; that nothing else mattered? Are we in this constant circle of love? That we love, we lost, and love again, only to repeat the whole cycle? We search for love over and over again in different places, sacrifice hurting our hearts to find the "true love" of our life. That one guy that is perfect to you, and only for you. Are these emotions just a broken record player playing over and over again with our hearts?

Why do we make ourselves so vulnerable to heartache? How do we stay in these relationships when we know its going to end? Is it denial? Love is blind; or do we confuse it with infatuation? "Infatuation" was just a word given to an emotion that people needed an excuse of having when their love didn't work out. Deep down in our hearts we know things will come to a stop and a new record gets put on the machine. The play button will be pressed again and the rotation of the love life repeats itself, new and lively, until the record gets old and weary again and can't play no more. We wish our relationships turn out to be a "classic". We wish there was a happily ever after. There are so many things we want out of life and yet, are not given to us. Do we blind ourselves