BE. Clear & Simple.

They say that love is blind, a feeling not seen, but felt.

If that is the case, when you love someone you provide some sort of fulfilment, satisfaction, happiness and a sense of meaning to life; that all the material objects in the world, combined, cannot offer.

Love is not devouring the Swiss Belgium chocolates your partner gave on Valentines Day. Nor is love the teddy bear that you enclose in your arms, in the absence of that special someone.

Gifts are merely symbols, signifying the bond between two people; a fondness if harboured correctly, once created cannot be detroyed. That's my interpretation of "true love never dies". It may change form, such as hatred, friendship or bittersweet memories; but it happened and it's always there.

Although unspoken, it has become a well respected accord on both sides of the Love Battlefield that when the fighting, accusations, screaming, tearshed and hating-of-guts have occured one too many times - it's time objects symbolising the relationship between you and whats-his-face are annihilated. This speeds up the get-over-him process... but what goes up too quickly must come down eventually.

After all has been said and done, ater the disposing of gifts too painful to look at, after returning his belongings, after burning the photographs and the letters, after deleting his number from your phone... ONE thing remains.

Like the ashes left behind from a raging fire, it's the memories that float around - the products of something once fervid. One may find these memories a detriment from moving on, or a realisation that the sparks are still there.

A relationship held together by endowment can be taken away easier than it is given. If you're only going to shower her with presents, she needs only to dispose of those presents before she moves on. Give her something she can't just throw away.

Guys, we're not complicated. That's some horrible folk tale that's been retold for generations. You don't need a university degree in Relationships For Dummies to figure us out. Simply: talk to her, respect her, make her laugh, make her smile, appreciate her; and do it like you mean it. Ask nothing of her but to be herself. Do it because making her happy makes you happy.

Among many things, it's hard to forget the way you give in to pointless arguments so that we get the last word; as women, we live off moments like these. It's hard to forget the way you look when you're falling asleep. It's hard to forget the hours spent talking about sweet nothings. Actually, all of that was an understatement. It's IMPOSSIBLE to forget.

It's the simple things in life we overlook.
It's the little things that make a big difference.
It's the small things that are easiest to give, yet the hardest to let go.