Right or Wrong?

Is it better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all?

Was Icarus foolish for flying too close to the sun?

Were Romeo and Juliet idiots for falling so fast?

Is there even a reality where Maria and Tony’s love could’ve survived in West Side Story? 

Was Quasimodo wrong for falling for someone who could never love him back?

Were the wise men who told Elvis that "only fools rush in" right?

Is Rose wrong for living an entire life, marrying, having children, and still, in the end, thinking of Jack?

Was Hercules foolish for giving up his immortality to be with Megara?

Were we naïve for listening to Barney and believing that if "I love you," then "you love me"?

Is it wrong to fight for a love that might be doomed to fail? 

Was the problem falling in love...

Or is it that I still haven't fallen out of it?

Were any of us right or wrong in our approach to life?

To others?

To love?

Perhaps love was never meant to be right or wrong.

And maybe, just maybe, the only mistake is believing there was ever a right answer.

Because I think love has never cared about being right.

~KC