Some time back, I was disheartened about Love.  How love can grow, and yet dissipate over time.  People who do not love each other anymore but still have to stay together in order to fulfil said commitments.
I think about death and I fear death.  I fear losing loved ones.  The heartbreak that I would have to go through in future.  The far future.  I think, I cannot withstand the despair.

And then, I fell in love.  Its ironic.
I did not want to believe in it yet I was curious about this new stage of life.
But time and again, I imagine.  Now, there will be another person that I might miss dearly, in the far future.  Another epsiode of despair? Why did I put myself through this?
Sometimes, this fear causes utter doubt to my decisions.

I imagine giving so much for another person in my life, growing old together and then unfair as it is, people have to disappear.  I hate this story.

Tell me what I am supposed to do then?