I am lucky. I have a son who thinks the world of me. I have family that supports me and will always be there for me. I have friends who are real and accept me, flaws and all. I have a work that allows me to support my son and lets me buy some of the things that I just want but do not need. I am healthy, a tad bit too healthy but I'm good with it.
I am lucky. However, I am not lucky in love.
Love is the one thing that remains ever elusive to me. It is the one area of my life that I just can't seem to grasp fully. Love just befuddles me.
Cycle is I meet someone, that someone goes to great lengths for me. He makes me happy, he makes me laugh, he exerts EFFORT, and makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. This remains constant until I start to fall too. When I do, then the guys just disappears.
Weird right? Weird and painful. Unfortunately, this is the cycle.
It's tiring. Seriously, its tiring. Sometimes, I wish my heart would just stop falling. Maybe, if it stops falling, it would stop breaking. If it stops breaking, then I wouldn't have posts like this to write about.