It's unfortunate the history of pain and suffering that is carved into the sepulchre of Love. There seems to be more tales of heartache and sadness and suicide attached to the thought of Love then there is happiness and success. Perhaps we overlook the obvious, any tale we know of with a happy ending is usually straight from a childrens book, very few reports from life. So why do we keep on trying? Love seems to be like the lottery, we're prolly not gonna win, yet we play anyway, throwing away our money on hopes and dreams. I guess you can't win if you don't play, but the cost of playing Love's Lotto is more than a dollar. It costs more than anyone should have to pay. I know within myself I have paid more than my fair share of pain and failure and I'd like to say I'm done playing, but I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic of sorts. Maybe someday I'll win. It may just kill me, but maybe I'll win. Either way I'll be free of pain.
