Journey of hearts

I loved my first, but chose my second. Dearly I cherished her, though she left. I loved my third, with heart and soul, Hoping it was the one to last till death. I loved my fourth, a fleeting embrace. The past I hadn't let gone. Cut love short before falling too deep. The rest of the story lays within. I don't think I need a fifth or a next. I guess love did run out in this journey of hearts.