Can Love Happen Twice?

I have to be honest, the question popped up in my head when I recently read the book by Ravinder Singh. Long story short, the book is not so good, but the question is legit, isn’t it? We’ve long since heard the dialogue in Bollywood movies that you only fall in love once in life only for them to be hypocrites and to show a happy ending. But we still stand with the question: Can love happen twice?

Well, according to the book: yes, love can happen twice. Love will hit you when you least expect it to, taking you in the most subtle way without you even realizing when you fell past all the hints. And to give up on love after getting your heartbroken, while seems like the thing to do, may not always work out that way. I’d like to believe that someone is always meant for someone and there is somebody out there for all of us. It’s written in the stars. If things did not work out for you the first time and you happen to find someone attractive again, this might be the person for you and the previous person might not have been. Or, and this is even more beautiful to think, maybe it was never love in the first place with the other person and the person you like, now, will show you how love is.

And then, I’ve read that you fall in love three times in life. Once with a person where you’re not even sure if it is love, just aware of the jittery feeling you get and you do not know why. Second with the person where you will get to know the hurt in love. And the third with the person you least expected and where you will find everything balanced and perfect. People can fall in love again, just not in the same way. So, to answer the question: you will never fall in love in the same way twice.

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