If your love crashed and burned on it's maiden voyage, are you doomed to go down with the ship a second time around? Or, can you salvage your shipwreck and sail into the sunset? Is love a one shot thing, or can you love, lose, and then love again?
Is time capable of healing old wounds? Or will they eventually resurface, most likely with the worst timing? If you loved someone once, it makes sense that you could love them again. Right? Maybe that's just wishful thinking. Do we ever really change enough to make old problems in a relationship obsolete? They say if you love something you should let it go and if it comes back, then you'll know. But what if you don't know at all? What if some people are better left in our pasts, no matter how much we loved them at one point. The trick is in determining who to leave behind and who to throw a life preserver to. Sometimes it feels like we're all sinking on the ship named LOVE. Is it best to go down on your own, or flailing into the arms of another?
Why does love have to be the most complex thing in existence? And why do we all crave it like cocaine? If I'm going down with this ship, I want to make sure I drown quickly alone; or tread water with someone else, at least long enough to catch glimpse what makes love worth all the pain.
Does Ex mark the spot on our maps, or is it best to seek out a new treasure?
Lindsey. Twenty-Five. Currently pursuing a degree in Professional Writing & Film Studies.