We did it all for the glory of love...

What would you do for love? What wouldn't you do? What would you give up for love?

I've given up many things in the past. In my earlier years, my freedom and independence. Friends. My sanity. Dignity. Reputation. You name it.

The true fucktard of love is that most of us will give anything for it, and often we give it unknowingly. By its very nature, love conquers all.

Until it wanes, disperses and eventually rots, leaving you with fuck all. This wasn't part of the bargain, surely? You gave love every chance you could, and what were you left with? A broken heart and a damaged soul.

So why do we fall for love's evil plan time and time again?

Because every time, we believe it's destiny. It's meant to be. Together, forever, and all that bullshit. But clearly, I don't believe it to be bullshit, otherwise I wouldn't allow myself to fall in the first place.

It's human nature to believe that *this time's different*, although experience, statistics and every form of sanity tell you it's not. It's exactly the same.

All we can hope for is to fall for someone that won't fuck us over. And, inevitably, they will. In some shape or form, at least.

If nuclear threats, blood-borne viruses or a new ice age don't wipe out the human race, love will. I'm surprised it hasn't already.

The fucktard.