When the Ex comes Back....

The Ex is back. The insomnia continues, and hurricane Hillary has left many men behind in her fury. They are a bit tired and confused about what. just. happened. She assures them that nothing has happened. They went along for the ride even though she told them she was rather fucked up. If hearts were broken in the process, she did warn of impending destruction. Only recently has her heart reopened up and recently it was slammed shut again. Foolish love for foolish hearts. But to be a fool in love is a beautiful thing- if you can ever get there.

"If My Heart was a House... then You would be home.."
-Owl City, If My Heart Was a House
I guess, in most cases, especially with my ex... his heart is not a home that I am invited to very often, The door is always open within my heart home. You just might have to be persistent and knock on it forever until it opens.

I wonder whether we have enough strength in us, in my generation in particular, to continue having these deep, meaningful relationships we have been having, or if the pain that comes with the loss, the heart ache, the grief, the anger, fear and anxiety has wiped us out. Do we really have enough belief left in us, failed relationship after failed relationship, to go through the entire process of finding, and possibly losing, love all over again?

I am looking for the pop culture references to back up the idea of the cynical romantic. That is what I am. The sun is up so I must rest for a bit... but I will come back to this.