It’s interesting to think about how we make people who used to be everything into nothing again. How we learn to forget. How we force forgetting. What we put in place of them in the interim. The dynamics afterward always tell you more than what the relationship did – grief is a faster teacher than joy – but what does it mean when you cycle out to being strangers again? You never really stop knowing each other in that way. Maybe there’s no choice but to make them someone different in your mind, not the person who knew your daily anxieties and what you looked like naked and what made you cry and how much you loved them.

I believe that if you truly love someone, you will always love them; maybe in a different way than at first, but something will always be there. Or maybe it’s simply just an ache that creeps across your body upon hearing his/her name. We will never completely forget about a failed love. However, that does not mean that you won’t be happy again because you will. But, you won’t forget.

When our lives revolve around someone, they don’t just stop doing so even if all that’s left is some semblance of their memory. There are always those bits that linger. The memories that are impressed on the places you went and the things you said and the songs you listened to remain.
We all eventually find ourselves standing in the checkout line, hearing one of those songs come on and realizing that we’re revolving around them again. And maybe we never stopped.

Maybe it’s just that we’re all at the centers of our own little universes, and sometimes they overlap with other people’s, and that small bit of intersection leaves some part of it changed. The collision can wreck us, change us, shift us. Sometimes we merge into one, and other times we rescind because the comfort of losing what we thought we knew wins out.

Either way, it’s inevitable that you expand. That you’re left knowing that much more about love and what it can do, and the pain that only a hole in your heart and space in your bed and emptiness in the next chair over can bring. Whether or not that hole will ever again include the person who made it that way… I don’t know. Whether or not anybody else can match the outline of someone who was so deeply impressed in you… I don’t know that either.

We all start as strangers. The choices we make in terms of love are usually ones that seem inevitable anyway. We find people irrationally compelling. We find souls made of the same stuff ours are. We find classmates and partners and neighbors and family friends and cousins and sisters and our lives intersect in a way that makes them feel like they couldn’t have ever been separate. And this is lovely. But the ease and access isn’t what we crave. It isn’t what I’m writing about right now. It isn’t what we revolve around after it’s gone. We are all just waiting for another universe to collide with ours, to change what we can’t ourselves. It’s interesting how we realize the storm returns to calm, but we see the stars differently now, and we don’t know, and we can’t choose, whose wreckage can do that for us.

We all start as strangers, but we forget that we rarely choose who ends up a stranger too. However, I think it will always be a risk worth taking. With every failed relationship comes a new lesson. They help us learn more about what we like, don’t like, and what we are willing to accept. They help us recognize the pain a broken heart can bring, and the growth involved in healing it. They also teach us to appreciate how beautiful and vulnerable love can be, and hopefully–eventually–help you find that person who will make all that past pain and uncertainty worth it.

Okay,,,

make I book space

incase first page pick ur call

We meet to part and we part to meet

OP is waxing philosophical.

Love is an illusion, simply does not exist.

20 friends can't play for twenty years

[quote author=Fuqman post=53282326]Love is an illusion, simply does not exist. [/quote. u r so right .it doesnt exist at least for me

Deep

This touched my heart

uuuh I wonder ooo jst spoken d truth,there are so many tin to learn in dis world,sumtime I will look at my past relationships, those we av kiss,romance do all dose stuff,after brake up dey suddenly become stranger,sum1 u will tap at her hips wen sumtin tin is still roses,will because sum1 u av to cross to another side of d road wen u c him at far,maybe dat is d way God package d world,notin goes for ever, I Neva felt heart broken.wen my gf told me she is no more interested I Neva felt anything cos d day I walk up to her to toast her day same day am already tinking were are going to breakup 1 day,so wen d day come I will b lik wat I av been expecting very long,life is simple we just complicate it for ourself,.

even luv grows cold. me I won't always luv u o, I'm not Whitney houston

HateU2:
Because love fades and we don't nourish it when it was fading

receive brain

obontami:
receive brain

hey, don't Lemme slap you this evening

true love never dies

HateU2:
hey, don't Lemme slap you this evening

I'd prefer you _nipples in my mouth.

obontami:


I'd prefer you _nipples in my mouth.

Iz it your dick is paining you abi

HateU2:
Iz it your dick is paining you abi

yes, its paining me after you use your teeth to injure my dick when you gave me a wack _blowjob .

Yawn... Walk out of thread.

obontami:
yes, its paining me after you use your teeth to injure my dick when you gave me a wack _blowjob .

but what is blow-job Is it a new job

HateU2:
but what is blow-job Is it a new job

yes, that's the new job you'll be doing under me.

I can relate

true word... strange world.