If you simple give up then all you'll get is nothing at all in the end, but that's love for you. The struggle, pursuit, and eventual ups then down is all the encompassing things love needs to be for people to keep repeating this grand confusing wonderful discovery of love. Without those things love just becomes the pasting hellos, along with goodbyes of life; this is why the entire whole experience is so important. Thus, yes also hard; because any less leads to meaningless shallow facades marred in carefully constructed eggshelled politeness. That, this, would the true pain of know love will never be realer than some fickle passion; picked up and dropped just like falling autumn leaves blowing in the aimless bitter wind. So, no, please I beg you don't give up, don't become a trapped hermit dreaming the breath of color surrounding us everyday; it can your's too. I know the wounds will sting with burning pain but someone soon will be there to soothe it away.