Love is a trial. Finding it, keeping it, nurturing it and losing it are all part of life’s ebb and flow. I’m always amazed at how oblivious we are to the crimes we commit in the name of love. We lie and cheat, covet and deceive, rationalising behaviour we would find unforgivable in any other part of our lives.

In other areas of our lives we at least attempt personal responsibility, but in love we seem comfortable justifying actions crudely based on our right to have someone simply because we want them more.

Allowing your beliefs to dictate your actions is seldom achieved without paying a price, but in my experience it’s a lot less emotionally costly than blindly following the brainless organ that is the human heart.

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