Why do people fall out of love just as quickly as they fall in love? Maybe it’s just this generation, but seems like people just don’t put the effort in anymore, and like magic the whole relationship disappears with no struggle to keep it together. Therefore, whats left is a destruction, nothing but a memory blowing away in the wind.
They say love conquers all, but if that was true then love would defeat any obstacle that stands in its way. Love would beat the odds for two souls doing all they can to become one. Love would be enough to keep people together no matter what storm they may face. However, if love really did conquer all then how could the thought of love for many be more important then actually being in love itself? Where the whole relationship becomes nothing more than a reflection of something it could have been. If a love is worth throwing away after years of being together then what chance is there for a happy ending? Yes relationships are hard, yes they need work but what most people neglect is to realise it takes time. Absence diminishes only small loves, not true love.
But how do you know when its over? When you’ve put more effort in trying then the other person or perhaps when you’re more in love with the memories then the person standing right in front of you? Either way it seems we are looking for something that doesn’t exist, a love that could never happen. Maybe that is the reason why we give up so quickly and maybe that is the reason why we are such an impatient generation. We want and we want but we forget what we truly need and deserve. A representation of true love seems as adequate as the love itself.
Therefore, what I am still trying to figure out is maybe we don’t actually fall out of love but merely lose sight of why we fell in love in the first place. True love is eternal, and if you are blessed enough to experience it then it could never truly depart. How could it, if you look at the word eternal itself its a forever feeling. So, maybe our memories become nothing more then ghosts that haunt us beautifully whenever the thought of our past is brought up. But one thing is evident, the fear of not experiencing love is far more terrifying than keeping your heart locked up everytime the possibility is right in front of you.
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” – plato