Love

I've been over and over, this thing called love and I've been thinking about what my friends would say if I were to give it up. Those words are lyrics from a song, a band called Slow Club. They also represent perfectly how I feel at the moment. You see, last month I had my heart crushed, and since then I've been doing a lot of thinking amd I have reached one inescapable conclusion. What if love doesn't exist? What if Disney and every fairy tale and every romcom all lied to us. How can we be sure we have ever experienced love? How can we be sure it exists. What if life is all about finding someone who isn't completly insufferable and intolerable who also doesn't find you completley insufferable and intollerable and spending your life with them because ever other option available to you is shitter than what you are faced with at that moment?
I used to believe in love, and destiny, and that out there is someone perfect for us, that we will meet and fall in love with. If I'm honest I thought I had that. But now because of my own stupidity I am here, alone, bitter, and changing my view on life. Love is a lie lonely people tell themselves to make themselves feel better. Love is a lie couples tell themselves to hide their problems and issues. Love is a lie. Love is dead.
That or maybe I'm just a broken man, a man who hates himself for fucking up the one good thing he had in his life.
Or maybe it's both. I'm not gonna decide though. I'm too close to and too bitter about the whole situation.