Love makes you stupid, just like wars, famine, the BP oil spill, we have the attention spans of a mosquito, and we don’t remember what made us unhappy in history. What didn’t work in history. It may be harder the second time around by virtue of the fact that you already know what it feels like for this to happen to you, When you’re in love for the first time it’s the most unbelievable feeling, and the second time you get your heart broken you become a little more guarded. You become a little more sensible about how you throw your emotions around. But here’s the kicker ,this is what’s retarded about humanity… you do it again, and you do it again, and you do it again…You allow yourself to feel all of this shit again and it’s like ‘didn’t we just ?’