Love's not the end of the world but the world is probably going to be the end of love

This is my friend Patrick's photography - and I'm under no obligation to post or plug the stuff so I must just really really like it :D

'Love's not the end of the world but the world is probably going to be the end of love'
RANT TIME:
I never expected that 'right place, right time' would overtake 'right person' in the relationship stakes. But that seems to be the case. Not that I would go back on any relationship I've had (even the shit ones - they were all formative of where I am now. Either that or didn't really seem to affect it that much anyway), but would some of them have occurred very differently under different circumstances? And how many out there are simply not going to occur at all? Whilst the romantic in me cries that of course I would have still fallen for the same people and made every effort to be with them, I can list in my head the times and reasons where it all went wrong or didn't 'went' at all. And they are, of late, more and more about the distance as opposed to the people. It gives your brain that eerie sliding-doors effect to think about – somewhere out there is perhaps a me who dealt with long-distance relationships (or monogamy in general) far better. How the hell is she doing? I think she may have had some happier times, but could have been more self-assertive. You have to admit when things wont work – its the most painful aspect of being with anybody. Breaking up on good terms is difficult but manageable: even the far more gutting 'choosing not to follow up on a situation at all' shouldn't mean an end to everything. Friendships are sometimes more important – I have a lot of good friends through the long arduous process of getting romantic feelings to go the fuck away. Still, there's that always the thought of those sliding doors...