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Too Much?

I wonder how people get over someone they once loved. If they loved that person, doesn't it mean they shower unconditional love over them? The phrase 'loving once' is quite the paradox. You cannot trust a person and yet you can love him/her, and I can vouch for that, having endured it personally. If ever you trust somebody, you will then feel safe of secrets confided in them, turning to them whenever aid is required and you possess the confidence of never ever losing them. For all these to happen simultaneously and with a single person is very difficult and you might as well invest that effort on purchasing a locker or a safe. You might get all that and even more. Man-made objects always possessed a greater appeal than creatures with a heart. You do not have the fickleness that is associated to a human. Who knows at what moment a person whom you completely confide in will leave you in the lurch? Maybe they delivered a lot and expected the same in return. Neither's fault it is and yet there are hearts broken and pine for golden days of the old. But as the cliché goes, 'Once bitten, twice shy'.

In view of these, why wouldn't anyone consider turning to materialistic joys? Maybe this is one of the reasons why we now have relationships of shallow standards playing a dominant role.
I am not insinuating that a confidante is unnecessary or worthless. Finding the correct person with whom you can move along happily despite prevailing and prognostic issues takes a lot of time and repeated heartbreaks. Upon finding such a person, the euphoria that you experience and will continue to, is unparalleled. And your finds are not up for comparison or competition. You are solely responsible for heartbreak or joy that ensues, pertinent to that person. Nobody else can understand or offer meaningful advice on the travails that you face with that person, and the same applies for joy too.

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