I read someone’s post on Sincerely about love, and it got me thinking.

If you’re lucky, you will meet someone who genuinely loves you — a combination of respect and caring and concern for how you’re feeling — and you’ll happen to respect them and want to care for their well-being too.

It’s a difficult and rare combination to find. And it doesn’t always last, either. Life changes people, including me and including you.

Realistically, even true love can falter. Please don’t have an over-idealized view of love, or you may be disappointed. But true love can also recover (sometimes) from major fights, problems, and serious disagreements. And people make mistakes, big and small, all the time; everyone has difficulties.

The test of love is whether or not it can survive real problems — medical, financial, personal, et cetera — because problems eventually come.

And even if you do find some perfect love, one of you will eventually sicken and/or die. And the survivor will have to go on without that love.

Everybody dies. All love ends at some point.

I was pretty happy being alone in the first place, so i was prepared.