This is a story about love. And as you all heartbroken people know - love is a wonderful feeling. One of a kind.

It makes you want to wish you were a psychopath. A person without any feelings.

This one time, a friend told me that he's going through a break up. Like any good friend, I listened to him rant about it for weeks.

I gave him hope, and he didn't want it. So I gave him the truth I told him to get over it. It happens to all of us. Think of it as God (and if you are an atheist, think of it as your ex) giving you character development.

When I got my heart broken, I realised those were some pretty harsh words to say to a friend, but I still mean it.

It is soul crushing, but truth is what he needed to move on. Or so I like to think.

A few years ago, I had written a letter for my nephew “things I will tell my nephew about love”. In it I wrote, “I hope you find love and hurt. Hope you find them both because you need it.” LOL, no.

Now I think - hah, I am a psychopath. he should never find love. I hope he stays single and forever lonely. (Kidding. I hope he finds it and it crushes him. Kidding again.)

I don't really know where I am going with this story. I just think you all should know that love sucks a lot, but it makes you act like my nephew who keeps jumping from one chair to another, knowing too well he will get hurt, but that doesn't stop him.

You have fun. You get hurt. You cry. You have fun again, thinking you will not get hurt again. Hah. What an endless cycle of pain.

But hey, do not take my perspective towards love seriously. What do i know about love anyway? That this feeling is going to make you aggressive and kind? That it will give you strength and bring you to your knees? Who knows?

I know what you are thinking ‘this was going to be a story about love. I expected a love story.’

Well, kids, sometimes you do not actually get a love story. You get a heartbreak, and you call it love. You will find it when you actually start realising it.