I Hate People. Period.

With every goodbye you learn!

Love isn’t like a reservoir.
You’ll never drain it dry.
It’s much more like a natural spring.
The longer and the farther it flows,
The stronger and the deeper
And the clearer it becomes.

After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, a
and learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even
sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure….
That you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.

Sheetal (My roomie, remember?) wrote this on her blog here and I found it heartbreakingly true...Love sucks. I read somewhere that what will survive of us is love, my foot! Only if WE survive love,or leave aside looowe, only if we survived affection. And the aftermath. And the people. Grrr... I hate people. Period.