...where does the love go?

In life we meet people who will never touch our hearts, and we meet those who do and stay in our lives. But I've been wondering about the middle ground. About those who come in, enrich our lives and for one reason or another leave. It's as disappointing and heartbreaking as it is inevitable but in this day and age where we're told we'll fall in love at least three times, statisically go through more than 1 marriage and leave the majority of our friends behind us... where does all this love go? And at what point are you 'over it' and what does being over it really mean?

If I have a best friend, and that best friend leaves - do I feel incomplete until I find an appropiate replacement? And if this is true (which I suspect it isn't) do our whole lives ressemble a progressive dance - as the music changes our partners do? In the 1900's we were expected to have one partner our whole life and now is expected for us to have what - at least 3? And why do we need three in the first place, is our love we feel for each other that fickle?

I was sitting beside City Hall when I had a thought 'I am very happy with my relationships, but just as they have in the past - they will end just as harshly as they have before.' And it's thoughts like these that can grab you on afternoons being a recent unappreciate university graduate with little to bounce on top of. We are left with the reality that things will end, and those that won't will be so much effort to maintain, and we will begin to take these amazing, beautiful people around us for granted like we once and like we will do again.

I just find it hard to believethat once these people leave our lives - that we don't think about them. Or that once we get a new friend, or a new boyfriend that our past is completely obsolete. Whilst relationships in the past can be most valued because they're in the past I find it really heartbreaking that we have to be so bitter just because they're not currently.

I have to go BFF is on the phone.