Ain't love funny? We want it so effing bad - like a hit of some psychedelic that makes us see unicorns, rainbows and fluffy bunnies with cute button cottontails.
It's the sudden rush of endorphins that makes us all tingly inside. Those conversations where you dare to bare your heart out to that person who, here's hoping, feels the same way.
Deep down, nobody wants casual love - disposable love. People who say they do are lying to themselves and the world. We all want real, lasting, messy, makeup sex love that lasts a lifetime.
Does this kind of love exist? Or does it live next door to a rainbow-farting unicorn?
I do know love exists. It's what we're made of and made from. They say we're made up of the same stuff as stars... I believe this to be true but I also believe the stars are made of love.
So that one kind of love we so desperately want - it's out there. It's a force stronger than most. It moves us; inspires us to create art, music, literature... some of the greatest works of our time have been created out of love... and heartbreak.
A broken heart can manifest itself in immense pain & suffering. But it can also transmute into soul-stirring stuff. Ever heard a blues guitarist? Jazz singer? Hip-hop lyricist? Seen a freshly painted fresco?
We humans have this incredible ability to transform pain & suffering into medicine to everyone around us.
So yeah, love - romantic love between two humans - exists. So does heartbreak. It's a constant cycle between the two.
No matter how painful the heartbreak, it doesn't stop us.
We dust ourselves off and go back for more. We move on. We find someone else.
Then the sun rises again.