Do you ever wonder why we recreate history ?
What is it that compels us to relive the same situation again with a different person, when we know how things will end?

Is it because we believe that since we have been here before it will hurt less?

Or is it because we are still too arrogant to think we could  change the result?

Too soon one falls in love, and too soon that person finds the woman of his dreams.

Having been here before, does that make one sort of a sweet catalyst for the other person’s discovery of true romantic love?

Is one’s unconditional love simple a gateway to a world the other person never new existed?

With one’s tragedy being that one would lose that other person forever; yet be forever selflessly happy for them?

And still, one would repeat history again if one could.

Even though it desperately hurts.

Just to love them again.

Just to be able to have them in one’s life just one more time.

~gg