Sometimes the timing sucks. It doesn’t cater to anybody. It could have been something great, but not now, not ever.
Sometimes you fall for somebody really hard, but they aren’t here. They are somewhere else. You yearn to be by their side, but you can’t. You want to hug them, hold them, kiss them and wish you can do it without having to worry when you’ll see them again. But circumstances does not allow. You two must be apart.
Sometimes mistakes happen. We fuck up. It could have been a drunken mistake, a moment of error, a misjudgment. We swear we will never do it again, but the deed has been done. We can’t let it go and thus love dies.
Sometimes fear sets in. It overwhelms. We get too scared. We don’t want to get hurt again or we just can’t envision a light in the unknown darkness. So instead of trying, we move backwards.
Sometimes money gets in the way. It matters after all. It complicates matters as we realize feelings can’t pay the bills.
Sometimes we just can’t get along. We can’t live together. Maybe the love isn’t suit for cohabiting.
Sometimes death gets in the way. A life must end.
Sometimes we prefer to use our head. We use our senses. We listen to our memories and experience. After all, we’re only human.
Sometimes we get so damn confused we are actually lying to ourselves. We even do it knowingly. We prefer denial.
Sometimes we have different ideas of love and that clashes. That creates conflict. So, we look elsewhere.
Sometimes we don’t even know it’s love even if it’s right under our noses. We were blind. How do we call it true love when we don’t even know what it is?
Sometimes love just isn’t enough. We get tired.