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Love hurts. Especially when you took a chance and it didn't turn out the way you'd envisioned it. Even more so when it was the one thing you had to lose. After you've gone through this disaster, you ask yourself why? Why, when in the end all you really ever end up gaining is a whole lot of sleepless nights and broken memories. Was it worth it? After a few days of crying your eyes out and talking your friends to death, you begin to go on. And as days turn into months you start to build a routine and the pain that was once there doesn't sting as much. Oh there are still time when your mind wanders into that place where thing the lost love and the what ifs. What if you saw him again? What if he he picked up the phone and called you? Are you strong enough?
You sort of become numb to everything around you and you don't trust yourself to make the right decisions concerning the opposite sex so you build this wall around you. No more patience for the bullshit, that's the excuse you use. This love shit isn't for you. So you let years pass by and you don't let anyone in. You have no complaints, you have fabulous friends, a great job and your freedom and you like it like that. But as much it feels to good to live in that sterile existence, it just doesn't feel complete. Then one day you're daydreaming about what your prince charming would look like and how he would be like, you realize how much you miss it. Having someone there, sharing your thoughts. Being infatuated, being in love and then you realize love hurts , but if you had to go through all the hurts and the crying again it would be worth it just to be loved and have loved. And intimacy, excitement and someone to cuddle with that you respected and desired, yes it would be worth it. You could live to be a hundred and know it.
Love hurts, but it's the risks, its the experiences that make life worth living, if you're afraid to love because you're afraid of getting hurt you lose your chance for happiness.