You know how there are different kinds of love...the filial kind, the romantic kind, the friend love, the random acts of love love.
The saddest of them all is a love that once was, and never could be the same again.
One of my favourite books, Gone with the Wind, ended with Rhett Butler telling Scarlett that he didn't love her anymore. I'd keep wondering how is it possible for someone to stop loving a person. And I didn't believe it. But now I do. And needless to say, it's a scary thought. To think that someone who once pledged the world to you, someone who said they loved you till the moon and back could one day just walk away from it all. And it wouldn't make a difference. So is there anything like true love? There is this part of me that desperately wishes for someone to tell me that, yes, there is, but then the majority of my mind tends to be rationalistic about it. So much of me wishes I could be that one exception to the rule, but well, beggars can't be choosers in the hands of destiny. Sad. So there is no thing called 'true love'.
We do feel it inherently for family, I believe. But saying that you love someone outside your family, leaves my mind ringing with bells of falsehood. Being completely honest, i find it incredibly hard to completely believe in the possibility of that kind of love existing. And I hope to God someone proves me wrong one day.