Love is always an interesting topic. It is strange how something like short term romantic love can bring so much hurt and pain. It is hard because our brains are almost hard wired to act this way. Rationally, somewhere submerged deep in our beings, we know that the pain is a ridiculous reaction, but speaking from my own experience, I have mourned harder for relationships that lasted is hindsight for just seconds of my life. Maybe it is how we encounter and relate time. When we are young, time is slow. Every moment is a thousand years with this person we love, but as we age, we realize how insignificant those moments were, but we also strangely carry the scars of those intense moments. Like ghosts that haunt us.

To make my rambling even longer. Love hurts because we have to greave the end of it. Or more accurately, we have to come down of the drug that it is.