I'm alone in this

So it goes. Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Girl falls for another boy. It’s a tale we’ve all heard before in books, magazines, songs, and blogs. It happens the other way around sometimes too.

The victim always feels like one. That they’ve been wronged in an ultimately twisted way.

But perhaps it is sometimes the victims fault for allowing themselves to play that part. Maybe it’s the weak who allow themselves to be hurt. Is love only for the strong? Those battle-hardened veterans who know what to expect?

Do we have to know heartbreak to truly know love?