One of the hardest and most humiliating things to believe
in is love. It's part of that group of things that not everyone can believe in because it cannot be seen or proven, only felt and experienced. In order to love, you must be able to let someone in, become vulnerable. And more often than not, in my own experiences, the person you let in hurts you. They make it so you can't trust them, or anyone else for that matter. You close yourself down and, because of a failed experience in love, you've never felt mutual love and will never be able to because you are afraid to let anyone back in. The humiliation you feel only adds to your closing down. All that time you still believed in love, you kept ranting on and on to friends and family about how this person is, and when they turn around and do whatever it is they do to hurt you, you look and feel like a complete fool for talking them up so much.
So the question is, should you believe in love? People say you only get one chance at love, but if you get hurt so many times, you may lose faith that that one chance will ever come. You start thinking that maybe love, true love, is for suckers living in a dream world.
Sometimes I feel this way, like there is no way that you can find that perfect someone, the person that compliments your entire self, someone you could love forever, and that could love you so completely in return. I am lucky though, because my life was blessed with three examples of true love. Three couples who look into eachothers eyes and an outsider could tell that God put them on this earth for eachother. Whenever I lose faith in love, I think of these three couples and I can't wait until my turn comes.
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The picture above is of me and a person I loved. He is the prime example of making a fool of yourself in front of your family and friends and, in the end, being made a fool of by the one you loved. He cheated on me, quite harshly, and to this day, refuses to apologize for what he's done. But because of him, I will appreciate the love I find later on more.
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