what causes us to break down and choose to love again?

Is this a need that each of us has worked into our very DNA? Or is this a social demand that we choose to meet, time and again, though logic would tell us to walk away?

Either way, the end result is what I feel.

I suppose the problem is that there is never any trusting or denying what I feel. All I know is that I feel it. Reason is something that is lost on me, lost in the fuzzy benign shroud of life.

What I feel is the need to no longer be alone. To open my heart and share those parts that so rarely are invited to be shared.