when the music stops.
All good relationships fail.
One minute you’re standing on solid ground, next minute you’re not. And there’s always two versions. Yours and theirs. But both versions start the same: you start falling in love. You think yours is going to make it, you hope you’ll both see it through. So it always comes as a shock, the moment you realise it’s over. Like i said One minute you’re standing on solid ground, next. you’re not.
We always think we can be alone and we’d be happier alone. No one to answer to, no one to hurt you, we’ve got work, we’ve got friends who needs love, right? I look back and its probably because when i think about loving someone so much and the very possibility of it falling apart, and i think i just wouldn’t make it. It’s so much easier to be alone, because what happens when you learn what it’s like to be in love and you need it and you realise you can no longer have it? What happens when you learn to lean on it and like it? what if we all shape our lives around it and then it fell apart? But i guess the funny thing about the universe in all its irony and idiosyncrasies is that just when you think you’ve got it all figured out. It will throw you curveball, a dilemma, a big old fashion bomb just about to detonate and you learn to improvise. You learn to find happiness in all sorts of unexpected places, or you find your way back to the things that matter the most. It sucks and its petty, but i guess its the universe’s way of making sure we end up exactly where we belonged this whole time. and all that stuff makes starting over seem like nothing at all, really.
