What is love, love...

Baby, don't hurt me... don't hurt me no more...

I think I'll discuss a topic about which I have no authority because I can. Due to a couple of events lately (that were entirely my fault with consequences that I fully deserve to deal with), I've been wondering about love.

If you are in love, can you ever truly stop loving that person? As much as things may change, as much as the relationship might go south, as much as the other person could do to hurt you, do you always have some love for the person, even if it's just for the person they used to be or even just the person you used to think they were?

I'm not entirely sure this makes sense. But what if you love someone, and they hurt you so badly you can't deal with it any longer? And then you have to stop loving them, so it turns into resentment. (What if emotions never go away? What if they only change form? Never mind...). Is there a part of you that still loves them? Is the resentment just love expressed differently to dull the pain?

Isn't it interesting to think that if your relationship with someone ended after treating them to the best of your ability and truly caring about them, you would be only a blip on the radar of life, easily forgotten and ignored, where someone else from their past who treated them unfairly, unkindly, and showed no concern for them at all will still influence their life drastically because that someone "loved" them? Maybe they still do, but it just hurts too much to admit it. It all really depends on how one would answer the above questions.

"Because I still loved you..."