When I was younger, I used to watch couples break-up to make-up.

This is when I was only a kid. Those couples were my brothers' friends. Even as a kid I had my own opinions.


There's that couple that has been together for years ever since they were pre-teens. He was cute. She was pretty. One day they break up and you have no idea why. You were too young to know anyway.

He starts dating another girl. Pretty girl, too, but the family doesn't like her as much as the ex.
Ya gotta admit, they were a cute couple though.

Ups and downs. Break up. Make up. Break up again. Make up again.
Until one day, they really did break up, and moved on.

New girl. Yuck.
New guy. Eh?


And now that I'm older and look back at all these couples, it seems like everything fell into place the way it should have.
The girls who gotten their heart broken are happily in love with wonderful men, or are independently living their lives. And they still look so beautiful as ever.
The guy who just never seemed to learn, ages. LOL. I don't know how else to put it, but he aged physically and mentally.
It is as if they were all destined to be apart with somebody else for both good and bad reasons.

And then there's that couple that people thought they were for sure going to get married, even if they had broken up awhile. We all thought they would get back together after their break, after they have grown separately. But they never got back together. At all. He moved on. People grew skeptical because the new couple were so different from each other. Of course, there are always comparisons like the ex was cuter and was cooler. The new gf is really nice and sweet, but not as pretty. He changed and seemed so fake. But they're together, and have been together forever, happily married, and created a family.


The couple that seemed less likely to last, end up being together forever.

It never made sense to me as a kid, and it always shocked me. "Oh no, they were so cute though. What happened?" As I've gotten older and seen the scenario happen one too many times, it all became very clear to me that everything always makes sense when you stop trying to make sense of things.
'Cuz in the end, everybody seems pretty freakin' happy-- and that's all that matters.

Everything happens for a reason. Either we find ourselves, or find a compatible partner. Self-growth. Self-reflection.
Don't break up to make up. Break up to grow up.



This crazy world. I LOVE IT.