Love is the cheesiest topic to ever blog about.  ( I know.. don’t raise your brows yet… I’ll get to the reason why I am still writing about it!)

So many people - of any gender - have already been victimized, enslaved, battered, wrecked by this “love thing”. Yet, we still fall.  Sometimes I wonder, why do have to fall in love to get hurt?  Why don’t we just be like someone I know who’d just hit on some girl and try to find another… just like that. No strings attached. No I love you’s. No hurting. .. and he gets away with it. Although the girls probably still loathe him… he stays strong. Alone maybe… but not shattered.

There’s Lenneth who stole and married her friend’s boyfriend for the sake of having a good life.  I’m sure she’s not happy but at least her heart cannot be broken as she’s thrown it all away with her dignity.

There are some married couple who stay united and raise their family together, yet, one is obviously the martyr who tries her very best to keep her strand of patience as loooong as she can stretch because the society dictates that she stay with the pig that she married.

And there are others…. who just don’t have the luck to find that other one.

Sad to say, one of my dearest friends found herself belonging to my former group — the brokenhearted! She is still aching, still hating… and still in that boat of confusion, that, no matter how she puts it, still boils down to the fact that she is no longer with someone she loves.

I really wish I could do something to ease her pain. But yes, there is none I could do as it comes with the curse that if you enjoyed falling in love… you, yourself will have to go through the pain of breaking that love. And how it feels so unfair that we have to experience such. Why can’t we just move on? Snap our fingers and find someone else who will paint our faces with a smile again.

Love. So strange. If you get to read this blog and think you can relate, please do yourself a favor…. be brave and open to possibilities as nothing in this world is certain other than the love a mom can give to her child… and the love that only God can ever bestow. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself either crying…. or writing.

P.S.

I am not with someone but I am in love.  It’s still an experiment but one that I am willing to gamble with my heart all in.