Will I ever fall in love again?

I stood, face to face with he who I am identified with. I looked him into the eyes and opened the book of pain that lay in his heart. I read from the tears that flowed from his eyes that he had once again lost what he had considered his lives greatest earned possession. I understood from the sound of his slow heart beat that once again had the wind blown and uprooted the garden of love, he had sown with his blood. I understood from his tormented soul that the shard of pain sank deeper as his twinge consumed him slowly from the inside.
As the rain poured down, I started to remember vaguely what lay behind the massacre of this shadow. The lightning struck all over again, reigniting the painful memories of the night his soul left him lifeless. He had never revealed his true feelings for the chance of failure was too tormenting for him. He had just taken comfort in her presence; the tide of emotions that he felt arise when she was close was mesmerizing. Never had his heart ever desired something so much. Never had his mind felt so weak under the pressure of his heart. It seemed as though God had given him his share of heaven on earth but it was up to him to grab onto it.
Day in day out, he began to think about her. Her eyes like the gems of India and her body would bring envy to angels. Like a new born baby she would laugh and cry, and his heart would jump a beat at every tear that fell from those pools of love and hate. He knew she belonged to someone else but his heart was never in despair. But that night she sunk a shard of the unbearable pain of rejection into his heart as she slowly started to ignore him. Every time he went around her, he seemed to annoy her. He no longer felt the warmth of her affection in her presence as though his heart had become addict to the adrenaline she pumped into his body.
That night he had left her, for his memories were enough to last him a lifetime. She was not before him but he could see her picture in his eyes every time he looked into the mirror. And as the chapter of love once again ends in pain, looking into the mirror, I see her image in his eyes, and I walk away taking the pain with me for no more could I mock the reflection that asked me whether love would ever heal the wounds it had once inflicted? ?