Love, Lost, Fuck, Rinse & Repeat

When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this… well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.

There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can't live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

My definition of the circle of love is thus - love, lost, fuck around, rinse, repeat.

 

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Got this from a blog, was tickled and hence the sharing.

Come to think about it, the pursuit of love is a vicious cycle of repetitions. And the number of times each person rewinds the cycle depends on individual. Until we find the right one who makes all the reverse efforts worth it, where there's no need to press the 'repeat' button anymore. And it's just 'play' all the way...

 

Felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman during my quick weekend escapade over the causeway. I'm still feeling like her today. And it's all because of You... *proo proo*

 

See you in 9 days time ;)