Can you really ever be friends with someone from the opposite sex? Is it inevitable that one will fall for the other? Is it human nature to fall in love with one of your friends?


The Mystery Of Love

I’ve been thinking about love and what a mystery it is. Why do we fall in love? Why with X rather than Y? Why do some relationships fail so quickly while others last a lifetime?

Therapists and scientists and writers are constantly looking for the secret of love and its seeming unpredictability but they’re still as baffled as ever. Cupid is a capricious little thing and her arrows land in the oddest places.

We fall in love and fall out of love. Why? There are as many reasons as there are people. But an astonishing number of couples split up for no other reason than boredom – they’ve just got nothing to say to each other any more. And I find that sad. 


If I hugged you, would you never let go?

If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment?

If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently?

If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours?

If I needed to talk, would you really listen?

If I needed to scream, would you do it with me?

If I needed to go, would you come with me?

If I fell for you, would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?

True Love?

“Now I’ve realized that I don’t know the difference between lust and love. How I feel is different than what makes sense logically. My head and my heart can never seem to come to an agreement. When I ask married women how they knew their husbands were the one, they all come up with the same answer, “You’ll just know, you’ll feel it.” Well thank you for that answer, however it doesn’t do me any good. What does that mean? I find myself thinking about my feelings and my thoughts on love constantly. It consumes 95% of my thoughts and about 50% of my time. It’s something that people have constantly wrote about, talked about, and dreamed about so why is it that no one has the same answer let alone the correct answer? It’s something that people will continue to try to figure out and I just hope that in this lifetime I will experience it and hold on to it forever. I will continue to jump from relationship to relationship trying to figure out what it all means and if anyone has the slightest idea what Love is, True love, if there is such a thing please inform me.” – Source Unknown

 I wonder the same thing … the question is, does anyone have the answer? 

Love and Risking Heartbreak

Why do we get into relationships? We allow a person into our lives and into our hearts, risking heartbreak and emotional turbulence, hoping that the good times will outweigh the bad. We let our guard down in exchange for connection. We invest our very selves in something much bigger than us; the possibility of falling in love.

Finding “the one” is no easy task. It’s a strenuous game of trial and error that can leave us exhausted and crushed if we are not careful. In the search for connection we expose our most secret sides to another person, trusting that they will see something in us that is worth holding on to. But if finding “the one” is in fact so difficult and so wearying, why are we willing to give love a chance time after time?

How safe is it to invest in the idea of something more? Are we just fooling ourselves, or do we really have another half? Are we betting too much in this love game, all the while setting ourselves up to be hurt? 


“You tried so hard to be the person everyone wanted you to be. Maybe you should’ve just been the person you wanted to be.
– Iain

Scared Of Love

It takes a lot to make me trust a person fully. Mostly because I’ve been let down. Hard. I’ve poured my heart out to people who only stomped it and threw it away. Such things hurt. And leave marks. So, I never let myself feel anything for anyone anymore, I’ve run when I couldn’t ignore the feelings anymore. I’ve run so much, for what seems such a long time… I’m tired.

So, this time, I have sworn to myself to stay put, to not run from them. The feelings.

I really don’t know what to do. I know loving someone is the greatest thing in life, but I know how I feel when I get hurt, and I know running is easy and it spares your feelings, and … I’m scared.

How can I be scared of love? I truly must be an idiot.