Was it a love lost, or was it just lost?

I don’t want to confront my feelings from outside. I want to be mixed up in them when I think about them. In fact, I’m not sure that I can look at them from the outside, really. If I could do that it might be because I’m a mental case, and no one wants to be a mental case right?

Someone I know told me about her new philosophy on platonic relationships- she says they don’t exist. She says she isn’t interested in friendships anymore. She just wants “to fuck”. Another person put it eloquently as “she wants fuckships, not friendships”.

All of our relationships are doomed really whether we break up with someone or not. Life is doomed; and because life is doomed I have thought about love more often. Why not have love that is doomed than no love at all? If nothing in life is perfect, what is it that we search for love that is? Why do we care what people think about our love? Is it their business? Do we care what they think, really? Won’t we date and love with or without our friends or family’s blessings?

Of course we will. Love supposedly has the power to conquer all. It is this power that we have no control over. This is why we see people who are dating, married, etc. whom we think must be in love, truly. One of the two people are unattractive or unintelligent, something that makes them and unlikely couple. Aren’t these the most endearing, romantic couples?

I’m not sure what this means for relationships now. I suppose you have to like yourself enough to love and be loved. What of the people that really aren’t sure how to like themselves?