"It's love, in point of fact."

I feel that my topic was best expressed by the bounty hunter in the movie "Serenity", who described the emotion in Simon Tam's face upon rescuing his sister as the subject line above.

"It's love, in point of fact."

Having just watched one of my favorite romantic comedies, "Laws of Attraction", I feel like posting a little bit about my view of romantic comedies, love, and the way a person can fall into it so fast it may seem a bit unrealistic. I'm one of those people, unfortunately, although I sometimes wonder if it isn't due to some deep psychological issue that I have yet to uncover without years of in depth therapy. Alas, I don't have hundreds of dollars to fork over so that some ivy league shrink can delve into my deepest insecurities like some sort of Freudian Indiana Jones...so that leaves me to strike out on my own and hope for the best.

What is love? ("Baby, don't hurt me...don't hurt me...no more..." Come on. I know you were thinking it.). Well, someone might say love is an emotion, while another may say it's a chemical reaction, blah-de-blah-blah. I know it's caring, and compassion, and the desire to take into consideration the well being of someone other than yourself. I know that it's an emotion and not just a physical need to be with someone. I know that it can come and go, it can hit you like a ton of bricks, and it can throw you off guard like nothing you've ever experienced. Every. Single. Time. It can be different and exactly the same, but it's wonderful. Everybody should have it. Everybody deserves it.

What brings this on is the occasional thought that maybe I'll never have it again. That each time I experience it could be the last time. Because there may be no more chances that I'll look at someone and my heart will leap, or that I'll feel an instant attraction akin to an adrenaline high. Maybe that last time was it, and two times was the unfortunate charm, rather than three.

I know, I know- this is sad. And some will say untrue. But the truth of the matter is that no one can really say whether or not there's someone for everyone, or whether or not one person can keep finding love. I'm not giving up, not at all, but desperately trying to hold on to the thought that I may not find someone to be with for the rest of my life. Just because I may not doesn't mean I won't be happy...and it doesn't mean I'm sabotaging my future by going into it with even a glimmer of this in the back of my mind.

It just means I'm choosing to look at it from a point of view that isn't inside the lines. Anyone who knows me can say I'm not an 'inside the lines' kind of girl, so understand when I say that this opinion will probably never change. I'm not saying I won't fall in love again...I'm just saying that there may not be any one person.

And that, my friends, is okay. Even if people don't always believe it.

"So the final question is...why do people want to fall in love?"
"Because when it does last...it feels fucking great."
-Barbra Streisand as Rose Morgan, "The Mirror Has Two Faces".