I’ve never told my sister I read that letter years ago. Maybe she knew but she didn’t ask me if I did. She never mailed that letter. She kept it even after she got married. Until now, I haven’t got a clue what it would feel like to fall in love, be loved in return, and get hurt in the end. All I know is that, it’s never easy.

We always wonder why we fell in love with someone we are not supposed to love. We can’t find the logical reason why we love him/her but we love him/her just the same. We love them enough to risk everything just to be with that someone, even if we hurt others in the process. Maybe love has its certain ways we don’t understand.

            What does love mean? What are the things to do in order to keep them with us?

            I wish I hadn’t read that letter. I’ve always thought their love story was picture perfect. Boy was I wrong. I realized things are not always what they seem. I don’t know the secrets to a lasting relationship. I guess, love is strange because no matter how my sister, or any other person nurtures his/her love for his/her partner, somewhere along the way either one of them falls out of love more or less.

I really can’t answer in behalf of those who loved and got hurt. All I know is that I’ll just have to see for myself, to experience it for myself. Because no matter how much I convince myself, I can never be satisfied with just learning from other’s mistakes. I got to learn the lesson on my own, from my own, for my own.

They say love begets love. True?

“Maybe” will be the answer for those who claimed that we should love in order to be loved. These people believed that love will generate love. According to them, people will always go to people who love them. Who would want to be with someone who doesn’t love them, right?