The Battlefield Called LOVE

Life is full of battles. 
We struggle to survive this unpredictable and treacherous world.
We fight everywhere to live. 
How else would the famous line "survival of the fittest" originate?
Since the beginning of mankind battles have been formed. 
Civilization fought its way through the dark ages of history.
We are where we are now because of the battles we have won and lost.

We endlessly struggle in our society, in our family, in our workplace, in our relationships. 
There is struggling even within ourselves.

Among those battles in life, I for one found the bloodiest and deadliest of all - The battlefield called love.
Any man with a beating heart is a warrior. We are all subject to fight. 
Once we love, we fight. No exception. 
All sorts of enemies are against us - family, friends, colleagues, strangers, career, beliefs, religion, distance and time. 
None of us come out without a scratch.

In this battle, we need allies but some of us unfortunately fight alone.
Those who fight with a partner most likely win. Sure win. 
For they have the strength, the courage, the faith. 
They back each other up. When one loses the will to fight, the other fights in behalf. 
But not all allies stay thus we, knowingly or unknowingly, may end up solo in the field.
When this happens we bleed out. Our hearts stop and we become vulnerable. 
We drop our swords for we see our defeat.

However, once we win, we hold the glory of true love forever. 
That is worth fighting for.

When we lose we either pick up the sword and fight again or wave the white flag.

Some have already fought. Some are currently fighting. 
Some are still waiting for their turn. And some are avoiding.

I have fought many times. 
I am a believer of number. The more the better. The more the merrier. 2 heads are better than 1.
I never fought alone or so I believed. 
So did I emerge a winner? I say no. 
I would have if I hadn't been left behind.
I put up a good fight although I fought alone.
Yet no matter how hard I struggled I was never strong enough to win. 
Glory was within my reach. Yet I failed to even go near it.

Therefore I was a loser. I am one of those who bleed and cry.
I am also one of those who pick up the sword and fight one more time.
The next time I fight I will win for my ally never runs away. HE STAYS.