Love is blind.

I've always heard that love is blind. They have it all wrong. That's Destiny. Destiny is blind. Life throws many curves, and while they are unpredictable, they make sense in the future.

Love is definitely sighted, however it is the most irrational one I've known. They way Love operates is completely devoid of all logic: anything that can be considered logical cannot be considered love. There is no way to rationalize that emotion. Love sneaks up like a shadowy friend bearing gifts. The gift Love gives is more powerful that any other gift. If you love someone, something, a cause, or an idea enough, the beloved thing becomes the most important, even above life. When one considers life itself less important that what one loves, one loves truly.

Love is also a shadowy friend that can rob one of all affection that it wishes. There is no rhythm or algebra in its motives, and it whittles away at the strongest of connections.

Asking one to explain the reason for falling in, and especially out, of love is like asking to calculate emotions into an organised orderly chart: it is impossible. No one should be expected to recount the causes for the finished love.

In the fits of rage and confusion that comes with a breakup, it is uncommon to understand that there is no cause, no one thing, no fault, nothing that could have changed, and no changing the past if there were anything.

It is uncommon to have a forward-thinking mind, since it is easy to fall back into old habits and to cherish the past. The past should be cherished, but one should make preparations for the future. There is only one life, and that life goes by fast if one doesn't live in the moment. Hold on to old memories, but make new ones, because there is an entire world out there filled with beauty that does not lie in the recesses of ones own mind.

Sometimes there is no closure.