Postsecret Sunday

I just read a blog about lost love.
For the longest time, I felt my heart ache a little for the person I don’t know.
Her heartache, her lost, her love.

Then I finally understand what really hold me back.
The lost—–am I able to handle it?
I don’t think I’m strong enough to look back and remember that life was better when the someone was with me, seeing me through.
I would rather always be alone than to have love and lost.
I may have to hoover around the comfort zone of being me, myself and I for a long time before I take the plunge.

I’ve seen, I’ve heard, I’ve experienced.
It’s ever so often that I get entangled in other people’s love affairs that I feel like the invisible third party trying to make things right for the other two.
That’s how I gradually lose faith.

In the game of love,
there are bound to be winners and losers.
Maybe,
I just don’t like the idea of the zero-sum game.
Or.
Maybe it’s a case of “I love you. But I love me more”.