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My mother once told me, "ultimately, we are all alone."  I always felt like that was a very depressing statement.  But I am starting to grasp just what she was trying to to tell me.  Obviously we interact with people all day.  We impact their lives.  They impact ours.  We form bonds.  They break.  People hurt you.  You  hurt them.  On and on.  But what she really meant, I think, is that there is no "us".  When push comes to shove, it is just me, and me alone.  No matter how close you think you are to someone, there is always that potential for them to move away.  Lovers leave, friends grow distant, marriages crumble, nothing is constant except for your solitude.  And finding peace with that is liberating, not depressing.  It allows you to move forward, emotionally unfettered.  It gives you the power to control your life, your happiness.  Once you place that power in another person's hands, you are set up for failure.  I'm not saying to be distant, not to form those close emotional connections, but it is important to always maintain independence.  I have been close to making this mistake recently.  But through the severe emotional betrayal I am able to stand up from the blow, dust myself off, and see that I am still me.  I am whole and I am stronger from it.  If anything, the person who hurt me lost something.  They may not agree, but for me, I know what I gave and that I am proud of what I did.  I can't ask myself for any more.  It is disappointing, yes.  I thought that I had found that "someone" that people are all looking for.  But with no reciprocation, it is an empty love, I guess.  Maybe not empty, but most definitely incomplete.  And the hope for something better is pretty amazing.  I do love giving my love but apparently I have not received it completely yet.  If I could be as happy as I was with an "incomplete love" then how amazing must it be when that circle is truly created.  I may be kind of contradicting my earlier topic in this long rambling paragraph.