This is actually supposed to be a serious post, but all the subject titles I was toying in my head, that were even remotely related to this topic, reminded me of either really pathetic sappy chick flicks and, um.. suicide.

Hence, my title above..

I find it a bit perplexing (confusing + astounded would be the better term) how a lot of people (surprisingly not just some) will continue to hang on to their past loves for dear life eventhough it's over, and eventhough they've been hurt so bad (READ: scarred for life).

Why? Is it because of the established comfort zone, the familiarity of it all, the mere fact that we're just used to having that person around to have and to hold, the physicalness that we've been accustomed to (READ: i know what you did last weekend), and the pretense we believe (to death) that the other person knows us so well that they can actually read our minds?

Although I admit it's really nice to have someone we love tell us that we complete them, do we really need other people to complete us? Does that mean that we were inefficiently incomplete to begin with? How can you give someone your all so to speak when you're "incomplete"? Don't you have to know who you are 1st, know what you need and want, and what you expect from that other person, AND from life, before you even take that big step of making that decision to actually be with someone? Aren't you supposed to love yourself first before loving someone else?

Completion and happiness come from within, not from another person. Well in my book anyway...

For me it's simple. you choose to even make that choice, and you make it work no matter what. Isn't that what the foundation should be anyway?

Sigh.. why can't we all just get along?