It always fascinates me how people go from loving someone madly to nothing at all, nothing.
It all happens in a blink of an eye. There's the chemistry, the burst of fireworks, the butterflies inside your belly. There follows the wonderful moments spent together, memories weaved by a series of hang-outs, laughs, movies, kisses. Then there come the problems; some solved, some unsolved. Those unsolved create more unsolved problems. And by the end of the day there is "us" no more, what's left is "you" and "me". Separated, detached.
When you think that it's over, that you'll never see him again like this... Well yes, you'll bump into him. Meet the 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 cycle. Make Up, break up, break down. Meet one guy, then another, fool 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.
Eventually though, 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.
Picture via a glamorous little side project