A Writer's Quirk: Love Lost

It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. But is this really true? I’ve loved and lost and losing hurts so damn much that it’s not easy to say that I was better off loving and losing…I’d rather not have loved at all. The pain you get in your insides seems to go away for periods of time, but it’s not really gone, it’s just lurking around the corner, waiting for the right moment to attack again. This is a pain so debilitating, so harsh, that it incapacitates you to do anything but remember:
Remember the past. The days gone by where you were last happy.
Remember the smiles; those secret smiles you shared, those special moments that made your relationship.
Remember the expressions, the laughs, the different conversations, the touching and the kissing, the moments when he would just hold you.
Is all of that really worth the agony of so many months of pain, of suffering, of trying to think that this really was the best thing when you’re really not quite sure about it?
They say that if there’s something that you think about everyday then you should try it…but does it apply to all cases?
I wish I knew the answer. I wish I knew how to avoid suffering, but most of all I wish I would just get over you, because no matter how much I’ve tried or tried to convince everyone around me and myself that it doesn’t mean anything, deep down inside I still crave for you, I still want you and I still..........

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