Why is that I have always been alone? It's not like I've been a cruel person all my life...I can safely say that I am one of the nicest guys out there, yet, I still have nobody to love. It must be a sin to love with devotion, for those who do not devote themselves are blessed with the greatest people. I have tried so hard, all my life, to not only be the greatest guy I can be, but to have it show on a subliminal level; to truly breathe in and out the love I yearn for. I am capable of such a love, but there is never anyone to share it with.

Isn't it ironic that girls prefer guys that play them? Take my current situation, for instance. This girl persued me for months, making it obvous to everyone that she felt something for me. I eventually gave in and stopped preventing my love for her from showing. I felt so strongly that she truly loved me, but obviously, I was critically mistaken. I did everything right and even hid the magnitude of my love from her to protect her. She said she had to fix things. She also said later those notorious words: "I can't commit." If she only knew how she broke my heart.

What is it like to be alone and broken? Everyone knows the feeling. Everyone's experienced brokenness in their lives. Some experience the pain of emptiness more often than others, however...With frequent consistancy comes accumulated pain. The more times you fall in love with someone and are left alone, heartbroken, the more painful it is in the aftermath.

The heart is like a precious piece of pottery, treasured above other masterpieces of the soul by its owner. The first time the heart is broken, the pain is one of the greatest ever experienced. With the first breaking, the pottery loses its wholeness and pureness. The heart loses its innoccence. Sure, you can always pull out the glue and try to mend the brokenness together, but the pottery never looks the same. Tiny holes result, where some of the pieces are missing. And each time you gaze upon your once-beautiful piece of art, you are reminded of the source of its demise. Each time your heart breaks, the broken pieces get smaller and smaller. Eventually, the debris from the broken pottery is too small to mend again. The debris is left to blow away in the wind and love will never exist again.

How can you shape a new heart when the old is beyond repair? All know that man was born with only one mind, heart, and soul. Were it possible for a new heart to replace the old, heartbreaks would be taken lightly and love would never exist in the first place.

Why is it that when two people first love one another, they must hide their love? The things we hide from one another only cause more harm. Love was not made to be hidden. Love is such a beautiful thing, but the shadows we cast over our true feelings give it such a dismal glow. And while two are in a relationship with one another, the things they hide ultamitely lead to love's demise. One of the many reasons why heartbreaks exist in the first place is that the secrets lovers have from one another prevent them from giving the love and devotion that is necessary for sustinence. Love needs to have a 50-50% relation for it to survive. The secrets we hide prevent us from giving everything.

Everyone knows that love is a battlefield. All who dare venture on this battleground have hearts filled with nobility and honorable intentions. The knight battles to obtain and maintain the love he strives for. However, the knight seldom knows what he must face when he storms into the battlefield. There are countless obstacles that obscure the way to his goal. Unknown enemies await in ambush, prepared to do anything to thwart the valiant knight from fulfilling his purpose. The adventurer will face the worst struggling than he has ever experienced. Nothing can prepare you from the conflicts you must face to win the hand of love. Many knights have been stripped of their arms and lie defenseless against their unseen foes. Many have been slain; many have fled in terror from their suffering. Only few rise victorious.

The most challenging thing after losing the battle is to stand up and fight again. Your pride is broken; your strength is broken. How can you stand up when all that's left of you is in tatters? Seldom have you left your will to fight again. Is it worth what you fight for, you ask yourself. Sometimes, the answer's yes; many times it is no. Your will may be strong, but is it enough to keep your heart alive?

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