Today, a love just got stronger (happy 7th anniversary to R&R!) while somebody's just ended. And here I am in the middle, geographically single (but emotionally taken) longing for the love of my life (see you soon baby!). Love's strength is only as strong or as weak as the person bearing it. We love. Sometimes we get lucky, oftentimes it just sucks. We try. And try. And try again. Not because we're masochists nor optimists. But because we're just fools.