I've been in and out of relationships since I was around 15-years-old. I guess I'm lucky -- I've only had to deal with three breakups. Or maybe I'm unlucky. Longer relationships are (usually) more difficult to recover from.
In the past month, I've been dealing with the end of my shortest relationship to date. In keeping with tradition, I have over-analyzed every aspect of what went wrong. Now, I'm moving onto other thoughts. Cold, scientific, logical thoughts. Bear with me on this.
The concept of "love" is used to describe intense emotions and feelings you have for another person. It's just a label, created by man. Why do we get these feelings? Why are we sad when our partner vanishes? Romance and all that bullshit aside, why does it physically hurt?
"It's all biology" (name that awful movie!). It's the drive to reproduce. The unrelenting desire to find "the one", to be "in love", to settle down and build a relationship. It's just a mask for successfully maintaining our genetic lines. Even people who don't want kids (example: me) can't ignore the biology working on the inside.
Humans are a bit more complex than other animals. We write stories and poetry. Direct movies. Sing songs. All elaborate expressions of how chemical reactions make us feel about one another.
So what conclusion have I come to? I'm not really sure. When you reach this point of mind over matter... or, in this case, mind over biology -- does it ruin all hope for future relationships? Does it devalue all the chemically-induced fanfare our bodies create when we start to like someone?
I'd like to think it doesn't. I hope whoever I meet next understands and embraces what I consider "love" -- as cold and unromantic as it may be. And I have to remind myself, a big part of a relationship is finding that elusive "best friend" quality in someone else. That's another story entirely.
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