The last time you fall in love with someone, you won’t know it will be the last. Or maybe you will. People often say things like, “I knew this was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with!” but do they really? Are they positive that they aren’t just getting punked by their own fluctuating levels of serotonin?
Serotonin: Ha, fooled you again! I flooded your brain and made you feel things that weren’t necessarily real. #sorrynotsorry
You: Curses! Serotonin: 1. Me: 0.
I mean, does anyone ever enter a relationship honestly thinking that it will be their last one? Two days into it, you think, “Well, this is it. This is the end of the line for my heart. It’s too tired and doesn’t want to travel from bed to bed anymore.” We exist somewhere between. Relationships aren’t started with the intention of eventually ending. But to feel like you’ll never sleep with another person ever again might be unfathomable, no matter how buddy-buddy you are with monogamy.
Do you ever wonder who will be the last person you sleep with? What will the last naked body look like? We’re on this quest to find someone who fits the concept of Forever but I think it’s an idea we all end up having trouble grasping. What if the last person you fell in love with wasn’t even someone you were married to? You were in your thirties and fell madly in love with someone, only to discover that it ultimately didn’t work. So you broke up, dusted yourself, and waited for the next person to come. Except they never did. Oops! The last person you truly loved wasn’t supposed to be the last but here you are anyway.
We sometimes feel like we’re guaranteed love. In an ideal world, we would be. There’d be someone out there for everyone and they would be the perfect match for each other. People wouldn’t marry for money or out of fear. But we obviously know it doesn’t work that way. And because of this, they are people making money off of your anxieties. The sad pop songs are dedicated to the ones who had no idea that the last love of their life would come too soon and leave too early. Sex and the City would’ve never existed in a world of guaranteed love. So many books wouldn’t have been published. Things would just be so different.
The last time you fall in love with someone might also be the first. It’s rare but it happens. The last time you fall in love with someone could happen when you’re 17 or 29 or 37 or 80 years old. You never know who you’re going to meet, fall in love with, fall out of love with, and ultimately die with. It’s something we will never know until the day we pass away, which is strange to think about. We have this image of the last person we love being that someone we marry and getting old and gray with them. But since we have no control over when we die, it could be whoever. It could even be your stupid boyfriend/girlfriend from high school! (PLEASE GOD NO!)
I guess the lesson here is to love every relationship like it could be your very last. Don’t take anything for granted because you never know what life has in store for us. Who knows, you could die a premature death or become a spinster. So cherish every lover while you still have them in your grasp.