About Love

The blog owner has not written the following piece of text. It is the confession of an wounded lady, wounded in love, to be particular. The author is very happy to present it in front of you.
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I have found almost everything ever written about love. To be true, Shakespeare said, "Journeys end in lovers' meeting". Oh! what an extraordinary thought. Personally I have not experienced anything remotely closed to that. But I'm more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I'm constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said, "Love is blind.". Now that is something I know to be true. For some, quite inexplicably ... love fades, for others ... love is simply lost. But then, of course, love can also be found. Even if just for the night.
And then, there is another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that I'm an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking place.Yes, this is one such individual..