Love. I write about it often. I’m no expert in the matter nor do I ever intend to be. I write peoples stories, maybe even sometimes a bit of my understanding or knowledge in the matter. But love isn’t something you can generalize. Its not a one size fits all kind of thing. I guess that’s why you’ll find countless of pieces written about the matter…

“Love. Amour. Amore. Whatever!” She said sighing. “I’m starting to believe love is just a charade, a made up scheme to sell flowers and Godiva chocolate”.

Her friend laughs and says, “No it’s not!”

“I just don’t believe in love anymore. I don’t see how it’ll ever happen.” She says in complete defeat.

Her friend looks at her amused. “Oh, don’t say that. You’ll see, mark my words, you’ll see. It’s when you’ve completely given up that love finds you in the end…”

Love is what inspires epic tales, beautiful lyrics, souls to be lost in tales of poetry …and the most bittersweet feeling of human nature. To be in love is a wonderful beautiful thing. To be falling out or being thrown out of love… well… that’s a different story.

Have you ever failed at love? Epically crashed into love, and disastrously failed? If so you know that losing your heart and not finding a happily ever after can leave you completely defeated. You lose faith, you lose the will to fight, and more than anything you can’t see how your heart will ever mend and or how you will ever fall in love again.

It is when the heart grows so skeptic that you find yourself saying “yea right!” at the sight of a happy ending being portrayed on screen. That a love song- makes you change the station. And that your friend expressing her love and devotion to another- makes you feel completely jaded.

Like Alice in Wonderland, we find ourselves feeling lost when right below us the yellow brick road is disappearing. We lose our way in love and all of a sudden the heart that was once so sure, so confident starts to wonder if you’ll ever really love again.

When you find that you’re that hurt, maybe even that bitter because life, in this case love and your illusion of it let you down … you can swear up and down that you will never fall in love again. Some sign the story and even dare to say they’ve closed the chapter. But it’s true what they say… just when you think your heart won’t mend… just when you think that no one can touch you or move you deep enough for you to care… before you know it its love that finds you in the end.

“Es como tratar de parar el aire…cuando es amor es amor… y allí te quedas”. My mom always says.

Resisting love is like trying to hold back the wind. When its love, it is love… and you have very little say in the matter.

You can fight it if u simply can’t accept it nor feel you want it. But even then, all of your built up walls and theories can come tumbling down when true love chooses to tear them apart. I can’t say it happens effortlessly, no… that’s not true, but you find that all doubt, all skepticism, can be up for discussion. Yes I said it; sometimes we fall in love willingly… other times we crash right into it. But I agree that it is when we are lying on the floor looking up at the sky, counting lost wishes among the stars, and watching the days go by that someone suddenly offers a hand, makes you jump off the edge and almost like magic you are there again… filled with joy, happy that your heart began to beat again.

Fairy tale syndrome would like us to believe that our lives are mapped out. That life comes with arrows and directions at every road, stop, or crossing. That our life has been all ready outlined and that it will never venture into uncharted territories. (That our yellow brick road will never disappear.) But people feel uncertainty and they throw their hands up in the air. They put up a million road blocks to their hearts when their story takes an unwanted turn of events… when they lose sight of their fairy tale ending.

But I believe we write our own stories, the thing is that each time we think we know the ending, we don’t. Sometime’s you just gotta live, stop reading or outlining your life by someone else’s story. Sometime’s you just gotta stop planning your moves… let them happen. Let life, love, happen. You know life’s funny that way. I mean, you might be surprised, once you let go of the wheel… you might end up right where you belong.