Love is but an ephemeral dream

If there's love, there's pain.

Why do we only understand love only after we experience pain?
Why do we still choose to love even when we will hurt and get hurt?

Love is but an ephemeral dream.
Years of trust and happiness takes but a mere second to destroy everything you once yearned for.

What right do we have to want to love and be loved?

Skeletons in the closet.
There's a reason why they lay there buried and forgotten.

Knots of the past are too painful to undo.
It's alright if I don't remember the reason for these knots.
Some things are better off not known.

There's a reason why amnesia exists.
Why people subconsiously choose to forget.
Therefore I won't seek any longer.