We All Fail In Love Sometimes

“I miss the days when tying my shoe laces was the hardest thing I had to do, now, it’s learning how to smile when everything inside me tells me to cry.”

This was one of the kind of forwarded text messages I often got from a very die-hard romantic fool friend who is now suffering the agony of a broken heart. Fragile and weak he desires to vanish on the face of the earth. Last message I got from him he was saying goodbye because he said he will distance himself from everyone that reminded him of her the person who has torn him to bits and pieces.

What he said about wanting to disappear was not a laughing matter but arguing about it with him and tell him it’s not the end of the world won’t work either. He needs time to wallow into hurt until he gets numb and eventually accept the truth and realizes its not the end of the world. The sun still shines in the horizon and there’s someone meant for him somewhere he just has to be patient and relish every moment.

Loving someone is never easy especially when its a one-way street. There is no such thing as unconditional love we all desire for our love to be returned and feel loved by love of our life. Unrequited love is the hardest of all.

A mother who loves her child “unconditionally” also wishes that her child will love her back. In the Ten Commandments God said love God above all. Even God demands to be love by his creation what more us who are just human.

It’s ironic that the one who can bring us so much happiness are the ones who can torture our soul right to the core. But as a famous cliché goes: It is better to have love and lost than never to love at all.

I have bitter-sweet experiences in love and loving I had a relationship that didn’t end up happily ever after and I thought I couldn’t live without him and wished that I could be a nun instead because I don’t want to love anyone else if not him but then wallowing about the hurt, tormenting my self and bringing myself to tears whenever I hear love songs was all a part of the healing process. So I moved on. I wasn’t afraid to love again. I got in another failed relationship that yielded me to be a single mom of a 5 year old daughter but I wasn’t afraid to love not afraid of love and not being afraid of being single either.

An old adage said “Those who are afraid to love are afraid to live; getting hurt is all part of the balance in life and the learning process. Success is a more pleasurable experience when we already know the pain of failure.

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7 Comments

  1. That is a great post!

    I am glad that I never had to experience this (knock on wood). I was just a simple teenager who just went to school with no boyfriends at all. Boring maybe to some but not for me.

    Now, I am married to a wonderful husband who was my first boyfriend.

    Good luck to those who are still searching.

  2. Damn open relationship status. Kill him, kill them all, they are setting low standards. No values at all.

    If someone can’t see your real worth, then they are not worth it.

    Someday, somehow you will meet that person and you will BOTH know that “This is it.”

    So yeah, never ever lose hope, that’s our strenght to move on.

  3. I met a man, quit my job and moved towns to be with him and develop his company.2 months later, he tels me he wants to be in an open relationship. I wanted to kill him. I swore I’ll never date again. i told myself i was better off alone blah blah. Less than a month later, i found myself in a relationship that I’ve been in for 1 and half years…

    Never say never, and it happens when you least expect it, let alone WANT it.

  4. You are welcome Mike 🙂

    Hmmm all I can say is never give up… somewhere, someday, it will come… the problem is if it’s not this lifetime but the next life hahahaha! Joke!

  5. I’m somewhere between:
    “Once bitten, Twice shy”
    and
    “Go out on a limb, that’s where the fruit is”.

    Thanks for another beautiful post 🙂

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