What if love isn’t always happy? What if nothing turns out like how we want it to? What if there is no happy ending in front of a glimmering sunset?

What if there are only bitter goodbyes?

What if there comes the day that you look into your lovers eyes only to find all the previous signs of fondness gone- somewhere else?

How come no one likes to think of love as what it is; flawed? There is no such thing as an always-perfect love, an always-happy love. There will be bumps and potholes along the way. Some of them even stop you in your tracks, wondering why you even started on this road to begin with.

We like to think of love as everlasting even though it’s just as temporary and mortal as you and me. It’s an emotion we hold deep within our brain and hearts. The feeling disappearing just as soon as it came.

Love is a revolving door. People come in and out of it with only a foolish few finding themselves lost in the cycle. But even then, you’ve got to get out of it some time in order to get to where you need to go.

There was once a time where I believed in love, an everlasting all-powerful love.  There was even a time when I thought I had found it. I allowed myself to be foolish. I allowed myself to believe that something as fleeting as love could truly manifest, truly exist in myself and someone else. But then came a day when I looked at my love only to find it wasn’t there anymore. My love was gone- somewhere else.

And so was his.