{"id":39793,"date":"2026-06-26T01:39:33","date_gmt":"2026-06-26T06:39:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=39793"},"modified":"2026-06-26T01:39:33","modified_gmt":"2026-06-26T06:39:33","slug":"our-need-for-love-lets-us-ignore-past-pain-and-feel-hope-instead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=39793","title":{"rendered":"Our need for love lets us ignore past pain and feel hope instead"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I remember the moment when my first real love died.<\/p>\n

The relationship had been on life support for about a year. I had wanted out, but I couldn\u2019t bring myself to say so. And then one autumn afternoon, everything ended. Even though I had wanted it to end, I felt a pain unlike anything I had ever felt. This must be a mistake. But it was over.<\/p>\n

Years later, another love ended. There had been other loves along the way \u2014 smaller loves, maybe \u2014 \u00a0but this one felt more powerful and more real than anything I\u2019d ever felt. Things got complicated. I backed out of marrying her. She moved on. Things got messy. The pain was even more intense than the losses that had come before.<\/p>\n

I thought there would never be anyone else. Unexpectedly, there was. It was someone I had casually known in the past. She sent me a message out of the blue. Before long, I had fallen head over heels for her. She said she loved me and wanted to marry me.<\/p>\n

And then \u2014 suddenly \u2014 she didn\u2019t want a future with me. There was no explanation. Not then. Not ever.<\/p>\n

I was left feeling all alone. Missing someone I couldn\u2019t have. More hurt than I had ever been in my life.<\/p>\n

But despite the pain \u2014 and despite the pain that had come with the end of every love so far \u2014 all I wanted was to fall into the grips of love again.<\/p>\n

Against all of my experience, I believed that love could finally come and stay. For me.<\/p>\n

If I were a completely rational creature, I might believe what I\u2019ve described is evidence of insanity. I would conclude that anyone who understood the pain that comes with the end of a love would be crazy to take a chance on it again.<\/p>\n

Most love ends in pain of some sort. That\u2019s not just me. It\u2019s almost everybody.<\/p>\n

There are a few people who fall in love with one person and that love stays strong for the life of one or both of them. That happens, but it’s remarkably rare.<\/p>\n

Most relationships end in pain of some kind. One person might lose interest. One of the partners might cheat. One of them might be hit by the proverbial bus. There are a million ways love can die. Most of them hurt.<\/p>\n

I know my own experience. I know the pain I’ve felt. I know the experience I see in the vast majority of relationships that I observe.<\/p>\n

So why do I still want love \u2014 the real kind of love that connects me with someone for life \u2014 more than anything else this world has to offer?<\/p>\n

If it’s not insanity, there’s only one other real possibility. Something about the connection that most of us seek is just as powerful a need for us as the need we have for food or water or air.<\/p>\n

Life would be a lot easier if we didn’t feel this intense need. And life would be easier if our partner selections could be based solely on pragmatic criteria instead of the need for emotional and spiritual connection.<\/p>\n

For me, that’s just not the way life works.<\/p>\n

I need love. I need connection. I need family.<\/p>\n

Every failed love teaches me that I should stop hoping. Yet somehow hope returns anyway. Maybe that\u2019s foolish. Or maybe it\u2019s simply part of being human. Whatever the explanation, I know this much: the need to be deeply known and deeply loved is stronger than my fear of being hurt again.<\/p>\n

It’s incredibly difficult for me to find women who are good potential connections for me. I’m not exactly normal by this world’s standards. I’m intense. My interests differ from those of most people. I know precisely what I\u2019m looking for and I\u2019m looking for a woman who wants that specific life.<\/p>\n

Despite all these things \u2014 all of these reasons I would be better off to forget love entirely \u2014 I cling to hope. And it\u2019s a hope that goes against all of my reason and all of my experience.<\/p>\n

Maybe I am<\/em> crazy. But if I am, it\u2019s only because we humans have such an intense need for connection that we have no choice but to keep trying to get it right.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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