“Love is hard.”

“It’s hard?”

“Yes it’s hard.”

“I don’t think so at all, I think it’s very simple actually.”

“Must be a cultural difference then.”

“Maybe it’s just a personal one.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I think love could be easy for you if you let it be.”

“I doubt it. I really really doubt it.”

“Well what makes it so hard then?”

“It requires so much work, and there is no guarantee it will ever be returned. You can be betrayed by someone you have known for years, at any moment, and then all those years of supposed ‘love’ will mean nothing.”

“Why would it mean nothing? You still experienced that love did you not? I think feeling love for any duration is lovely.”

“It’s not so lovely when it ends though is it?”

“Perhaps not, but isn’t it good to know that your heart can feel so full?”

“Only for it to be emptied once it shatters again.”

“But you can put those pieces back together can’t you? And fill it back up again while you’re at it. Perhaps it will even be better the second time.”

“After your heart is broken like that, there is no second time.”

“Are you saying you can only ever love one person? Can only ever love once? What about all the friendships you’ve made and all the people you’ve met?”

“Was that really love at all, or was it just a waste of time?”

“I think love can never be a waste. I think love is something that should never be regretted. It’s an indication of your capacity to feel and to give. It’s not a test of time or a measure of importance. I think love just is. I think love exists as itself and nothing else.”

“Well maybe we just need to agree to disagree.”

“Perhaps we will always disagree, but I have never regretted the love I have given. And just so you know, I’ve given quite a bit of my love to you as well. I’ll never regret loving you, even if one day you regret that I did.”

“Oh, well yes, I guess we will have to agree to disagree.”