Do you remember the first time you fell in love? You know, real love? The one where you went completely and utterly insane, for reason’s you could not explain; yet it was something you felt?
Last night, I had a deep and meaningful with a dear friend, and we got to talking about our past loves. It’s interesting to hear about other people’s first loves, and how heart breaking they can be.
We always see how love is meant to be, well, according to HollyWood, but I prefer the BollyWood versions because they’re more relatable.
We’ve all had our hearts broken, more than once, so what makes us get up and want to try once more? Whether it’s with the same person or a new love, what does love actually give us as a person; and more importantly; what do we learn?