Why do we choose to love even when it will ultimately hurt us?

The rose accumulates it’s redness from enticing passing strangers with it’s unexplained beauty. So enticing, alluring and yet dangerous. Allured by it’s majesty and beauty, in it’s most natural form amongst its own, surrounded by many roses but this specific rose allures me.

“Don’t touch it,” They yell and warm me. I might feel the prick of her beauty, and in the end. It’s the nature of the rose, to hurt it’s admirer. I plead ignorance, and turn a cheek to my obvious knowledge of the infliction of a thorn. I touch the rose and it to no surprise pricks me. The rose lights up redder in beauty, but I no longer see it’s beauty because I’ve experienced it’s pain. In the end all pain, hurt and comes to an end and just like this meeting, The rose’s enchantment has worn off, until it allures the next unsuspecting stranger about it’s infliction but such is the cycle and beauty of life.

We attached ourselves, our hearts, our feelings and emotions to people that will end in the end teach us hurt. Although, painful there is a lesson and beauty in that dreadful emotion; hurt.