Man meets Woman...

I wanted to write this post like three days ago but held off. Partially cause I ddn't have internet service. Now, I've calmed down so I'm going to take a different approach. The story: Man meets woman. Man and woman go out. Man and woman become an item. Man and woman break up. Man and woman get back together. Man and woman break up. Man and woman wonder why they can't stop getting back together-they are back together. Woman finds out about another woman. Woman confronts man. Man explains situation-separated. Man leans on his female "friend" for support. Man and woman are trying to work out differences. Woman hears of a third female. Man explains third female is a friend. Man claims love and commitment to woman. Woman is working on trusting man. Man is caught with third female. Woman wants to kill man. Man still trying to explain all three females. Woman is fed up with MEN.

Sounds interesting huh? All to familiar to some. A conversation started on Myspace (yes, the joys of myspace) regarding love versus lust. As I was thinking about the above situation, I thought-the woman is in the love (keeps going back), the man is in lust (just trying to keep "it" around). Pissed me the hell off. Definitions go out the door when dealing with humans. To each his own is rightful and true. Each has his own definition of what love is and what it encompasses. The man may have been in love with "it", but he wasn't in love with the woman. The man can easily walk away feigning pain and heartbreak (true towards "it"), but the woman is left to piece together so much more. Heartbreak is a funny thing. It's like a heart attack-yes the heart can keep functioning after it, but is it ever as strong again? Will the woman ever love as openly, as hard, as selflessly as she did the first time? (Eloquence is not my strong suit so just read and filter as you please)