A Revelation...

Is there ever really such a thing as meant to be?
One could get caught up in the whimsical I love you' s and I'm sorry's and forget the reasons behind them.  Maybe I'm sentimental but my heart goes into everything I do.  Falling in love should be nothing short of amazing,  so why do so many of us let it get away from us.  Are we as human beings really that selfish that even when we've encountered true love in its purest form;  raw,  painful at times,  overwhelming, flaws and all... someone falls off track . Eventually derailing the love train completely off the tracks that initially both parties were 100% bought in on.
I had a debate with one of my friends that love should not be accompanied by anything ugly.  But,  I strongly believe or believed that love is what you make it.  Love can be the strength that carries two people through the toughest of hardships.  Love can exist in the worst of places as the guiding light at the end of a tunnel.  Love can also be the painful truth challenging your patience and commitment to it.
Letting go of someone you love is somewhat of the impossible.  It May never happen.  As many times as you challenge yourself to not respond to the 4-page letters or the ? Text messages, or the out of nowhere I miss you's or looks of admiration during the brief last moments you shared with one another,  love is much like a powerful drug that leaves you shaking and itching for it.  Even if you find yourself claiming to move on the love you have on reserve with that one person who still takes your breath away with the slightest touch on your arm in passing or their fingers removing strands of hair out of your eyes so they could see them better even as tears stream out of them is irreplaceable and will either lie dormant inside of you until the next brief encounter or it will gnaw away at you reminding you of the fight you put up for it that you barely made it out of alive.

Love is both heartbreaking and breathtaking. Why do we give it our all, when we know there's the potential that she'll take it all away in the blink of an eye? Yes, I just referred to love as a "she". My friend, and I also debated about Love being My God... she's quite religious so I don't know if she took offense to that or fully respected it, but I spent my entire life searching for LOVE... the almost impossible and unattainable and believe that I found her... she just continues to take on different shapes and forms making it easy for us to lose sight of her. Normally, I'd have this conversation with Sean, but I don't know if he's still the thinker that I once knew. But, the concept of love is now an elusive one to me and I'm hopeful that that will once again change but this time... She got me good.