What's love got to do with it?

I've been reflecting. And thinking a lot about a lot lately. I've been looking at other people and watching films and reading sonnets and submersing myself in why people are so fasinated with love. And why it is something we fight, cry, die and live for. I have to realise, as I know that I have done before, that people will leave. And most of the time, these are the people we love. It's life. Bad things happen to good people. Bad things, often happen for a reason. Other times, it's just bad luck, being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Being with the wrong person even if it feels right. I've thought about fate and destiny and if they even exist. True Love? Are they linked? I'm sad to say, that I am still searching for an answer to this life of mine. But at the age of 17, going on 18, I'm not sure I need to know the answer to every question. It's okay to choose the wrong one. Even if the result hurts. We learn from our mistakes. And is that fate? What do we call it when everything seems to keep us away from those we wish most to see? Tragedy? Or luck? Maybe that person isn't the person we should be longing for. Maybe it is and you'll never find out. What if? What if we never give anyone a chance? Block them out, just so that we don't get hurt. What if we never feel anything for anyone? What if we never feel anything at all? What if, after this time, I never find an answer and will never forget about this summer? What if he'll always haunt me everytime I seem to move on? I've been reflecting. And most of the time, I am happy. I am able to live a full life and look forward to the future that I so badly wish for. Other times, I find myself sitting alone. Thinking about love, and why people put up with it? Love. Is something that cannot be tamed or controlled. We love who we love. We dislike, whom we dislike. We can sometimes, learn to love someone or something. We can also realise, that is was never worth loving in the first place. Love is hard. Painful. But when people find it, as I've seen in endless movies with happy endings, that moment they give in to every wall they have been hiding behind, nothing else seems to matter. And love, pushes through every wall and every impediment. Love lasts. And yet again, I am sad to say that sometimes, life gets in the way and two people are forced to be the opposing sides of the magnet. Sometimes, just sometimes, love isn't always enough.

the truth about forever.

"Our story has three parts: A beginning, middle and an end. And although this is how all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever."
- Nicholas Sparks.