Love.

After watching Run Lola Run today, it provoked me to think more about the actuality of love. Some say it exists, some say it doesn't. I used to think it did, but the kind of love I was thinking about only exists in movies and books. And  I realize this because humans have a void that they want to fill, and if one individual doesn't do a sufficient job of filling that space, they'll start to look for another. To us, people are replaceable. And that's why we have divorced marriages and cheating couples. If a spouse dies, it's most certain that the other will find a new partner. Although people deem this to be a normal thing, I think it's sad. Someone will never actually be yours alone to cherish. 

I guess it's that impermanent relief we get when we're with someone that compels us to stay with them. Somewhere in the movie Lola asked Manni questions like:

 '"Do you love me?""How do you know?""What if you never met me? You would be telling the same exact thing to another girl right now."

I remember asking my own beloved the third question and he answered "But I did meet you. And I chose you."
Being me I wasn't satisfied with that answer, because it still ensured that it could have potentially been someone else, that perhaps I was just "lucky" or the "chosen one" (lol). 

But of course, there are those rare moments when a couple befriended from their birth and became soulmates till their last breath on earth. 

Eh, I don't know. I guess love is a very, very sad, thing that is also considered one of the best things in life.