"Love is an ugly, terrible business, practised by fools. It will trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can never shake. The truth is, there's always gonna be other girls out there, I mean, I hope.  But I'm never gonna get another first love.  That one's always gonna be her." - Little Manhattan

The question I have been asking over and over to myself: why do we love someone eventhough we know that in the (near) future, our heart will eventually be "trampled" upon and left bleeding on the floor? Are those "few, incredible memories" enough to tell yourself that it is worth all the pain?



Someone once told me that you can never experience the joy of loving without experiencing the pain of hurting first. Back then, it sounded stupid. Now, I know better.



It is through hurting that we learn how to appreciate the people that we love. It is when we hurt them, or when they hurt us, do we realize that we love them enough to feel pain, and to bear that pain because of them. True love is the realization that beyond the pain, beyond the betrayal, beyond the hate, anger, and broken dreams, we are still willing to accept that person, come what may.