I was talking to a friend (”acquaintance”) about something today, when I started thinking about the Endless Chains of wasted love we all become part of at some point or the other in our lives. The “I like her, but she likes this other guy, who like’s this other girl, who like’s that one guy” kinda things. Maybe in kindergarten, when you always wanted to play with the cute girl with pigtails tied up with little pink ribbons, but who would always play with the kid with the shiny new toy. Or in high school, where the handome hunk you adored only had a thing for busty cheerleaders and barely noticed the pretty girl from science class. The worst is probably in adulthood, when you fall truly in love with someone only to find out that he/she is already in love with someone else.

Yet, we find it hard to pull away, don’t we? We still believe that we can somehow care enough for that person to make them care about us in return. Some people deny this, ofcourse. “Oh, I just like spending time with him”. “I like her just as a friend, I don’t want anything more from her”. All the while cringing at every mention of the ’special someone’ in OUR ’special someone’s heart. You’ve been there. I’ve been there. We’ve all been there. Maybe not always on a deeply romantic level, but there is always love and affection being wasted in this world, I think. Where someone who doesn’t really appreciate what they have yearns what what they don’t. That’s what these chains bring. A whole group of people who should be happy with the love they get, but are saddened by the love they think they need and are not getting.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Coldplay lately, so this is probably affecting my train of thought at this point. My new fave at the moment is a song called “Fix you”:

When you try your best but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse?

Don’t you for once wish that the love didn’t go to waste. That no love ever went to waste? That those hopeless chains didn’t exist? That you met someone who you loved, and they loved you back just as much, nothing more, nothing less? That you never yearned for anything else, and were truly happy having found your soulmate? That soulmates were not just dreams we kept chasing for the rest of our lives?

There are some lucky people who do find their soulmates . Then there are the lucky few who don’t care for the concept of soulmates, or who have never been introduced to relationships or love or yearning or broken hearts. I am not one of them. Neither are a lot of people in this world. The best we can hope for is that when we do find our soulmate, she does not already have a soulmate of her own.