For every single time I was asked if I'd ever fallen in love, the answer was: not even once. Only when I realized what love really is, has my answer changed to be: I've lost count. And, for every single time I wondered if love was painful, the answer was: not necessarily. Only when I discovered what love really is, has my answer been: like hell.
We mistake falling in love for having feelings only towards a person of an opposite gender, and we mistake love's pain for having our heart broken by this person. However, what I truly think; is that we fall in love and get hurt dozens of times everyday, and not by a person of an opposite gender.
We fall in love with friends and family members, and we feel the pain when we picture our lives without them, when any of them dies or gets hurt or when they travel abroad. We're captured by the beauty we find in our precious belongings, and we feel the sorrow when they're lost. We're enchanted by all the happy memories we once lived, and we feel broken when we remember that they don't exist anymore. We're overwhelmed with limitless dreams, and we fall to the ground when we get stumbled over by reality.
We fall in love with people and we're dazzled by objects. We're dumped by dreams and crushed by wishes. And this is how life goes; you will always be in love and you will always feel the pain. Just fall in love with the precious thing. Because only what is precious is worth getting hurt for.
