Edited conversation of the two break-up story tellers

Handyman: Can two people, fresh from failed smacks at love be able to weave the most beautiful love story ever told? Can two torn hearts piece together one heart that beats for one another?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe? But it would be difficult to adjust since one will just get paranoid to the other considering the failed experiences they came out from. It would not be a healthy experience I guess.
Handyman: But would you give it a try?
Me: When I can fully admit to myself with all honesty that I am officially over from the last one. (Hidden thought: Even if I were ready, I would rather not invest my emotions again to another person because it hurts big time if your investment dwindle with that person’s inflation).

Me: Why can’t I have the one I really, really love with me?
Handyman: If God were to give you everything or everyone that you love, then where’s the challenge? Maybe God knows better than what you want and He doesn’t give it to you right now because He knows it’s not what you actually really, really want after all (later).
Me (hidden thoughts): I don’t know if you are right or wrong but I trust my instincts and my instincts tell me that I am loving the right person in all time frames.

Handyman: Which is more painful, being dumped before you took the move or being dumped after you have taken the move?
Me: It largely depends on the magnitude of you effort and the intensity of your affection.
Handyman: Let us say you are loving this one person from afar, and both parties know the feeling is mutual and before you hardly move your balls to confess your love to this person, some big-hair asshole went smack in between the whole rainbow thing and before you knew it, you’re dumped.
Me: Then that girl doesn’t deserve any of your love. If she hardly knows you then she doesn’t know what she’s missing.

Handyman: We cannot compare our individual pains brought by love because your story is different from mine.
Me: Yes. Happy people are the same but lonely people are lonely in their own special way.