Margin of Error: with the elections now over, and living in DC....political terms are sneaking into my daily speaking. {and I am guilty of not always using them in proper political ways....you'll see} I was talking with a friend about their recent "break-up", { I know I know writing about breakups is lame, don't worry I am not writing about their particulars} we didn't go into detail or dissect what happened, at the end of the day in most cases it is never a single point on a line that ends the relationship, but more likely it IS the line between the 2 points that made the relationship. I think when people are in love there is a huge margin of error in what people are willing to put up with and forgive and overlook. -in the polls a large margin of error is not a good thing, in love it is-. When love is present, larger quantities of things get forgiven quickly, differences are seen as a good thing, inconsistencies and slips are given a spoon full of sugar as they are managed. The teeter totter can sway greatly and things are still alright. But, there is opposition in all things, and so it must also apply to other way around....when relationships end, sometimes it is easier to pick the other person apart, to now highlight their flaws, scars, and pasts as extreme negatives, and that way, it was them that ruined things, it wasn't your decision, it had to happen because they were A,B,C and no D. I have been guilty of this myself, finding a sly comfort in pointing to the other as the reason why it was over. In the end, not in all cases but in some, it doesn't matter who was what, who did what, who said what...if it's over, it's over and sometimes that is all the reason needed. The margin of error shift doesn't really make it easier to say goodbye or fix the issue. Endings usually hurt, the loss of love always does. Processing it is good, but lying in an emotional coma helps no one. Even amidst all my "loses" {which are few when compared with the grand scheme} I think that truly it is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all. Loving anything, anyone, even if for a short time, always makes you better.