I guess we thought that's just what humans do

I was having lunch with a colleague today and she told me about her boyfriend, how they've dated for 3 years and the problems they have gone through over the years. They are both from different countries, totally different native language but they both spoke English. She told me how she has caught him with countless woman before, I ask how would she know when she's in Singapore and him being in Korea, she say she just know, intuition. She would confront him and quarrel over it. I don't get what she is trying to say sometimes but I can guess the rough idea and point she's trying to being across even at times she didn't have the word for it. She said that men like that, players, they will want a faithful woman, loyal to the end, one who will always forgive him for his mistakes and never leave his side. She said nobody is perfect and that's the only flaw she sees in him and she can tolerate it to the end because she believes that to be the last woman in his life, she has to stay with him to the end and continuously forgive him and accept his mistakes. I'm slightly shocked but I surprisingly understand her point of view. I've heard my crazy share of stories so maybe this is why I don't find it ridiculous. Or maybe it's because I am not close enough to her to feel for her. I realized that there is no one type of love, or obsession or whatever you call it. Nothing is right or wrong, just because it's not love to me it doesn't mean it isn't love to others and how would that affect my definition of love or life anyway. Over the years, I've seen love repulsive, cheapened and degrading but I've seen love that is strong and quiet, love that is true, giving and faithful. There are so many people in the world, so many love stories. Someone once told me everyone would have a different story, a different ending and no one would end like how others would so why wouldn't I try. I still see it in my way. If it ends, it ends. No matter how many happy moment and love, everything has come to naught. Even with the lessons learnt and the memories gained, everything has come to nothing. I don't enjoy processes, I want good endings. I don't need to be whisked away to a castle on a horse with the prince. I just need it to be simple, loving and lasting. 

I think sometimes when people ask me for advice, they already know the answer.  They ask me, even when I'm void of experience, practical and realistic, I don't get it why. I am not saying I'm right, I just don't get why they bother asking me then. Actually I don't like listening to people problems. They make me sad in ways that I could never be repaired, they make me scared and afraid of taking a step because of how I might end up. People like to say how I wouldn't be like this when I'm in love, I wouldn't be clear headed and logical but I know I can. Because how can I not when I've seen how hurt other people get, how they slowly lose their innocence and faith. And the worst thing is I would never know because I would never be able to make a decision purely on my own, everything I think and do has been influenced by what I've listened and see others gone through, I would never be able to not doubt what others say, I would always be skeptical and disbelieving. All this for nothing I've physically gone through, isn't that in some way equally pitiable.