Foolish

This piece is a metaphor. Let your heart find its meaning.

I have loved everyone I have ever said goodbye to.

With my own arrogance and pride, I wanted to prove that true love exists. Because I believed that if someone truly loved me, time would not move them elsewhere. No matter how long it passed, they would still love me from that same place.

My goodbyes were never meant as tests.

I say goodbye because I should. But at the same time, I find myself praying that the love they gave me was real as real as the pain they left behind.

But no one has ever passed this test.

They do not truly love anyone. They only love the feeling of being loved.

They tell me that because I no longer love them, there is no reason for them to stay with me.

Instead, I am the one who must wait until my love has finally faded before I can begin again.

But when I begin again, I love until I am certain. Then I say goodbye once more, and wait to see how long their love for me will endure.

But it never happens. No one has ever stayed longer than three months.

They simply find someone new to love them. Someone new who can fill that feeling.

Like an employer dismissing a worker who can no longer do the job, only to replace them with another eager to take their place.

Of course, they do not only do this to me. They do this to everyone they love. They do this even to their own people. They do this even to each other.

It happens again and again.

So how can I trust love?

It is at once pitiful and frightening.

It is not that they are doing anything wrong. That may simply be what it is supposed to be.

They are not wrong. They are just not my true love.

And I keep enduring heartbreak again and again, in search of a love that will never change.

A love that belongs to me, and to me alone.