It's the answer to a question I don't think I was asked

I was thinking the other day and talking mostly to myself because I like the way my voice sounds in a car at night. I'd started thinking a while ago after I read about the death of an Italian actor and how his wife, his lover and his girlfriend had all been there in his last moments. I was thinking how we manage to devote ourselves to the pursuit of a fulfilling relationship whatever that is and we fall in love. I could go all philosophical about that but I won't. I've seen it and I've done it to myself but it's like a constant redraft, rewrite, redo. You meet someone and maybe you do love them but maybe you decide to and you always did. And we're programmed to get over it and move on because you can't stop living just because you fall out of love. But I was thinking louder than I spoke since I spoke about trivial concerns, pitying trivialities. I thought instead about what it feels to have your heart break and live and how it is possible to go through all of that and forget and fall right back in love all over again with somebody new. And I guess I was just thinking about how utterly insane it was.

I have fallen in love two and a half times in my life and had my heart broken once and a quarter. That's how I figure it anyway and every regret that I have has nothing to do with any of that. And I just thought that was funny.