The minute you realize that love has died in your relationship, that’s when you know that the end will soon be following in its wake.
Love is a very strange thing. No one can really give love a proper definition, because no two loves are the same. There is no greater force on earth that would be such a mystery for many. They say that love never dies a natural death, and I’m here to discuss what kills it.
When it comes to love, I admit that I am but a fool. What I have learned from love, I have drawn from experience. I can never really rely on books, because too many of them have turned out to be mere delusions of a beautiful mind.
Is there such thing as forever?
Being a lonely soul, I find myself wandering from place to place. I try to find meaning in my life, and perhaps listening to people’s stories gives meaning to my seemingly colorless life. One thing that fascinates me is listening to the stories of couples who have made their love last. I have learned the hard way that nothing really lasts in this generation. Everyone is so used to living a fast-paced lifestyle, even love gets cheapened in the process.
I have found love, lost love, only to find it again. Time and time again, I find myself picking up the fragments of my shattered heart. I would find solace in talking to people, in listening to their stories. I have become fascinated by what they have to tell me, because their stories of love make it seem all the more genuine, and not something that you could buy at the dollar store.