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So i watched this movie yesterday, Little Manhattan. It was a great movie. It was about a 10 yr old's first love in the city while his parent's marriage was breaking up. At the end of the movie during one of those wonderful let's capture the moment and tell you the point moments I may have heard the most truthful statement from a movie. "Love always has to end, leaving us with our memories." (the movie then went to show you that his parents had indeed worked things out and were no longer getting divorce you should find hope in love, but I was left with those words). I had never really thought about it before. But how true is that? There is no such thing as forever. And happily ever after can never happen in real life. I still have some hope that I will be proven wrong...but I'm not really counting on it.
Let's face it...love does end. Even if you are lucky enough to find your soul mate in this life...they are only in your life long enough for you to learn what you need to from them. It may end in divorce, or it may end in death...either way it ends. And all you are left with are the memories. I'm sick of the fucking memories. I'm sick of being alone...yet with love you will always end up alone with your memories.
I'm just not sure the memories are worth it anymore...I used to believe so much in love...that nothing else but love mattered. I had the convo w/ my sister once even about if love was worth the pain. And I argued it was better to have loved and lost it than to never have loved at all. But I don't think it's true anymore. Maybe I just didn't love Andrea as much as I thought I did, or maybe it just keeps getting harder. I don't know...but the memories just aren't working for me anymore. And if this is love...fuck love. I'd rather be a single mom raise my kids and die alone than to deal with the memories.
Good-bye to my story book romance with my happily ever after.
Let's face it...love does end. Even if you are lucky enough to find your soul mate in this life...they are only in your life long enough for you to learn what you need to from them. It may end in divorce, or it may end in death...either way it ends. And all you are left with are the memories. I'm sick of the fucking memories. I'm sick of being alone...yet with love you will always end up alone with your memories.
I'm just not sure the memories are worth it anymore...I used to believe so much in love...that nothing else but love mattered. I had the convo w/ my sister once even about if love was worth the pain. And I argued it was better to have loved and lost it than to never have loved at all. But I don't think it's true anymore. Maybe I just didn't love Andrea as much as I thought I did, or maybe it just keeps getting harder. I don't know...but the memories just aren't working for me anymore. And if this is love...fuck love. I'd rather be a single mom raise my kids and die alone than to deal with the memories.
Good-bye to my story book romance with my happily ever after.