Drained

Which is worse? One who never finds his loved one or one who has found her but will never be with her and has to suffer the pain of seeing her with another person?

I cannot help but think of life as being tragic. How many of really do have the luck to marry their true love? Not that I am being pessimisstic for no reason but the truth is I have spoken to all my married friends and not one of them has ever admitted that the one they married is the one they truely love. But then again, what constitutes true love. In this world of ever changing definitions, can the concept of love ever be constant or better still, can one ever define love, a feeling that time and time again defies definition and categorization.

Finding true love may just be a fantastical concept for all you know. Perhaps in this world, there really isn't such a thing as love. Perhaps society had made up this "true love" concept just to propel human being to procreate, using it as a legal basis for sex.

What is love? Where is it? How do you know if it is meant to be? What if you love her but she is already attached? Do you then break her up or suffer in silence? Up to today, despite being in a few heart stoppping and aching relationships, I still have no clue.