I keep getting my heart broken again and again. why do i keep trying?
why can't i stop believing in love no matter how many times i get hurt? seems kinda crazy to me.
31-35, F
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Ibraam · 31-35, M
:\ I do the same thing, I don't know why I can never stop myself despite the rational caution experience has sadly taught me again and again it seems.
Perhaps it is just in some peoples' nature to be hopeful, thinking in ideals about love and people.
I am a relationship-oriented person, I accept that not everyone is going to be the same sort of affectionate, accepting and appreciative as I am; you shouldn't be hard on yourself for being you.
I think for me it is largely the thought of: this time will be different; the way things were last time cannot be all there is, there has to be someone out there that is going to prove me wrong, that is different. Or I think: what if this time is different and I let it pass me by because of what someone else did to me, the hurt.
I know now that that wasn't love, not really; no matter how much it felt like it at the time, the actual real love is still out there and it will happen someday when I least expect it.
I always tell myself to take it slow, to not get my hopes up, but I always do, because I want it to be so deep down no matter whatever logical speech I tell myself.
So you're not alone unfortunately and fortunately; if you need or want to talk I am here for you even if it's just to let it out
Perhaps it is just in some peoples' nature to be hopeful, thinking in ideals about love and people.
I am a relationship-oriented person, I accept that not everyone is going to be the same sort of affectionate, accepting and appreciative as I am; you shouldn't be hard on yourself for being you.
I think for me it is largely the thought of: this time will be different; the way things were last time cannot be all there is, there has to be someone out there that is going to prove me wrong, that is different. Or I think: what if this time is different and I let it pass me by because of what someone else did to me, the hurt.
I know now that that wasn't love, not really; no matter how much it felt like it at the time, the actual real love is still out there and it will happen someday when I least expect it.
I always tell myself to take it slow, to not get my hopes up, but I always do, because I want it to be so deep down no matter whatever logical speech I tell myself.
So you're not alone unfortunately and fortunately; if you need or want to talk I am here for you even if it's just to let it out