it would be wonderful to remember a love and harbour it forever,


but nobody does-

logically of course it makes no sense to remember and hold on to a love forever, unless there are returns-
because it's just like seeds that will see no fruits of return; bonds that will never give you any interest;
and we all age, and as we do, we get less attractive, and our reproductive fitness declines rapidly and so do the chances of our genes at survival/being passed down to the next generation,
and given this, if i were to harbour an unrequited love for all of eternity,
at the end of my life, there would be none of me left in the universe.

(so maybe in the best of our own interests?)
we all learn to forget, learn to make things pass, learn to accept impossibles-
maybe (just) to make ourselves feel better, to continue living, in hope that a better love (and returns) will come?

how does it happen really?

you force yourself, cause that's the only way things get done-
some people liken it to a cold- you mope around for a bit in the beginning, but with some panadol, tissue, water, and loads of sleep and a little time it leaves you.
(in my opinion) this way of putting it isn't quite so quaint because it's implying that the state is a kind of wrong or imperfection or pathogenic

i'd rather think it's like homework; you don't really like it, but (for your own good really, for the better) you just have to get it done-
if you toughen and tend to it religiously, you'd get it done in no time.

it's quite simple; avoid contact, minimise interaction; slowly the memories start to fade, and then things become so vague you can't even seem to remember what the person looks like, or what it felt like to be next to the person.

and then one day you feel ok again.



it's all a little sad, this,
i don't know really,
but it's such a wonderfully hopeless romantic thing.

rather useless, but, quite splendid, really.

if i could,
i would like to harbour a hopeless love for eternity.