"In point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal iser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.
"You're all right?" her mother asked. Buttercup sipped her cocoa. "Fine," she said. "You're sure?" her father wondered.
"Yes," Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. "But I must never love again."
She never did.
The Princess Bride
William Goldman
It is hard letting go. It is even harder to move on. Unfortunately both things are part of life; these are things that we cannot escape from experiencing. We need to pick our heads up and move on. I know it’s easier to say than to actually do.
I have no faith in love. In fact I despise it. I see it as something, which in the end only brings hurt. Love comes hand-in-hand with pain. For to love something you leave your self vulnerable to pain. The Joy of Love never lasts…it has a definite beginning and an end. Sure the feeling of love will linger. But it is not the true joy of the experience, rather a faint whisper in the night, one which is barely audible above the sounds of the world. So faint and fleeting, that it can only bring tears and memories of “happier times”.