One would be surprised the number of relationship I’ve been through that I would have figured love by now; yet I still question what is true love. Is it companionship? Is it the mental security that someone is thinking about you… Is it the fear of being alone?
Time and time again, I learned everything relationship and experience is different and there is always a new lesson to learn. Regardless, I still believe that everything happens for a reason. Like an equilibrium, life always has a way of working itself out. I’m a hopeless romantic. I dont give into love so easily but when I do, I seem to always get burned. And how the one I thought I would be with forever, always tend to be the one who disappoints me the most.
What am I doing wrong?




