Love, it hurts, it heals, gives hope. there are those in this world whom are called "hopeless romantics" they get hurt the worse when love betrays them. but what happens when a hopeless romantic becomes a realist as well when the world burns and hope is lost the burning earth tells you to move on and you do new job new home in a new state, you date, never finding the passion again. to be alone truly alone moving along making a new course. to pilot your boat through the rough waters of life through an endless maze of channels and currents, you meet others with full ships with families envy follows and you steer away and keep a distance you encounter others in singles boat you tie your boats together and talk then cut the lines because its not what you are looking for again alone to travel the waters of life sometimes with friends and their boats and though many times surrounded with the ships and boats of many friends and family you are still alone, then your path parallels the one whom you once you shared a ship with and then the question becomes does moving on mean you can never go back. you have seen others rebuild their ships after abandoning them for the small boats but why cant you? what stops it, or are you still stuck moored by a long line to the ship that is on the bottom dragging it along hoping to resurrect it while the other sails on.