If Everything Ends, Why Do We Let Ourselves Fall in Love Again?

We know how it ends. Every love, every friendship, every season of our lives — all of it eventually slips through our fingers. People leave. People die. People change. You wake up one day, and the thing you thought you couldn’t live without is gone. And yet, we do it again. We fall. We risk. We open ourselves like fools, knowing full well we might be broken again.

Why?

Because something in us is stubbornly, wildly alive.

Because love — even when it ends — is worth more than a life lived safely behind walls. Because a life without love isn’t safe. It’s just empty.

We fall in love again because we remember what it feels like to be seen. To be touched like we matter. To laugh until we can’t breathe. To look into someone’s eyes and feel, just for a moment, like we’re home.

We fall in love again because healing isn’t forgetting. It's remembering that we can still feel. Even after heartbreak. Even after betrayal. Even after the world didn’t go the way we begged it to.

We fall in love again not because we’re naive, but because we’re brave. We know what it cost us last time. We’re not pretending otherwise. We’re just saying: it was still worth it.

Letting yourself love again after loss isn’t foolish. It’s the most radical act of hope a human being can make. And maybe — just maybe—it’s not about how long it lasts. Perhaps it’s about how fully we show up while it’s here.

Because everything ends, but in the meantime —love is the only thing that makes the ending worth enduring - F*cking truth.