I wrote this awhile ago. My fiance and I have done a lot of thinking about our future, and so out of that it inspired me to write something about love. Something I've always thought about growing up as a kid.

Love. It is an amazing force that compels us to love those that we want to protect; to embrace; -- to die for.

In the beginning, you initially meet one another with open-hearts, no worry of the future; you're just living in the moment free to love. You spend the first few years getting to know one another, a decade adjusting to living together, and then the next 50 years sharing your life together. But now you're asking me, "So, Mr. Know-It-All, what's next?"

Perhaps the saddest time in your entire life.

It's the day when the two of you have to say goodbye forever.

In the beginning, these moments can be considered your most joyous times, the most joyous times of your life together as lovers, couples, and soulmates. You spend every waking moment getting to know one another, loving each other with all your hearts, telling each other how much you love your husband or wife with all your heart and soul; yet...yet, in the end, life doesn't always work out the way you planned. No, my friend, it seems to be backwards in this universe. The happy moments are at the beginning, and the saddest moment waits patiently in the end. There are no happy endings.

Maybe that's why we have movies. Movies give us comfort --most of the time-- when we most need it. The comfort of knowing that every love story, including our own, will end with a happy ending. But we only deny the inevitability: in this reality, we are always forced to say goodbye to those that mean the world to us.

Is this fair? Is it fair that we must struggle throughout our entire life trying to attain a state of happiness with the person who IS our happiness, that, in the end, our ultimate happiness solely depends on... whoever dies first?

The truth of the matter is: Whoever out-lives their soulmate, will have to carry the painful burden of living the remainder of his or her life alone -- without their world.

So, Mr. Know-It-All, can you answer me this: Is it even worth falling in love with someone, when you know that, in the end, either one of you will need to leave this world without the other?

"Parting is such sweet [bitter] sorrow..."

God knows, I, for one, will die with my lover.