I was looking today through some stats relating to MuslimScribbler.com; curious to see HOW people find me. Anyhow, one particular reader landed on my page by searching for “How to cure a broken heart?” on Google. haha… truly is ironic given that I myself am trying to figure out the answer to that question.

Speaking of which, I think I figured out the answer to that question yesterday; there is no cure, at most we can patch up our heart with whatever distractions there are in life, deal with it, force yourself to move on, and hope for the better.I mean really… what more can we do? I know some of you have been seeing a transformation in me over the last few months; gone from a hopeless romantic die-hard fan of love, to a worn-out pessimistic bum of love. Perhaps I’ve over exaggerated in the way I’m heading, but sometimes I hit rock bottom without a glimpse of hope for that dreamy love I’ve obsessed about since I was in my early teens. Just thought of a question to ask you all (my readers)… Are you all fed up of me talking about LOVE? Do I seem like a person who’s constantly complaining about not living in this utopia of XOXO?

Anyhow, I think I’ve decided about my method of distracting myself from la la land and stepping back into reality; MARRIAGE. My family have been pressing for me to get married for a few months now, and apparently there is a list of families indirectly approaching us for me (with strong hints I suppose). I myself will not simply marry ANYONE that comes my way, nor am I in a rush to get married, but marriage in a lot of ways will help a lot of the difficulties I’m personally facing, particularly when it comes to companionship. I’m a person who has many friends, yet feels lonely at the end of the day, I trust many people, but don’t feel comfortable enough to confide in anyone when it comes to personal thoughts, desires, or secrets, I have so many people around me who love me, but don’t receive nor give the type of love that can only be given to and from a wife.

My only issue with marrying someone (else – not the girl I had in mind) is my fear of not being able to love and be loved to the level I KNOW exists. I suppose I have nothing to lose, and to try will not hurt. I guess that’s what it comes down to… what do I have to lose that I haven’t lost already?