“Love is just a pastime one tends to outgrow. Eventually it becomes a bore.”
Got this one from Le Divorce, a movie with Kate Hudson starring it. Well the quote didn’t really came from Kate’s mouth but from another character in the movie
I don’t know if it’s true. It is a very cynical way of looking at love, don’t you think? It puts love into question. Is there really such a thing called love? Or can love really exist?
I used to be as cynical myself. I even used to believe that love is just sugar-coated sex. But from my experience, love is there… somewhere. I love my family, some of my relatives, my friends and some people who don’t really know I love them. I just don’t believe that someone I love (partner-wise) will love me back for long and for good.
Love exists. You can find it anywhere. Love is in the air, the person beside you while you ride the MRT to Ayala, under the sheets of your bed, in chatrooms, emails, websites, bars, that coffee shop you always go to when you are bored, anywhere.
In my experience, you will know it’s love when you can’t stop thinking about him (by “him” I am referring to a possible partner. I’m using that pronoun coz I’m more likely to be with a guy than with a girl), when you start putting photos of him in one of your picture frames in your room under the lampshade near your bed where you can stare at it long before sleeping.
It is when you can’t stop sending him messages to his mobile phone at every hour of the day and still find it not enough that you stay up late just to say “Hi, what are you doing? Can’t sleep. Argh! I love you,” even if he tells you its annoying him. It’s when you can’t wait to meet him on Tuesdays and Wednesdays of the week because those are his day-offs from work. It’s when you smile and take a deep breath while you stare at him sleeping like an angel. It’s when your online journal begins to be flooded with happy moments with him contrary to the usual I-hate-this-world-life’s-a-bitch mode.
It’s when you tell him it’s gonna be okay if he leaves you for another guy as long as he’s happy coz you believe in the saying “If you love a person, set him free. If he comes back, you’ll know he’s yours” when deep inside you’re wishing he won’t. it’s when you change your ways and yourself to satisfy his wants. It’s when you go to his place just to see him and hug him and kiss him even if it’s a hundred miles away from yours. It’s when you can’t keep your hands off him. It’s when you strat to love everything about him.
Love does some crazy shit but that’s the way it goes. And eventually he’ll leave you with the pretense that he needs time for himself and that he can’t love you the way you love him, and because you love too much, you’ll say “Okay. I understand. Have a nice life. Thanks for everything. Have fun.”
THE END.
2 comments:
And that's the way it always ends. it's always him him and him. And if you cry about it and tell him not to go, you're being possesive. If you try to be understanding (even if you dont really understand you pretend to anyway)then you're a cold bitch. Why's it always about them anyway? So our feelings don't matter. It's his career, its his need for space, its "him not you".
Men. The most dangerous drug in this world.
--- Trojan
That's the way it goes Trojan. I wasn't planning to have that kind of ending in the specific post but it seems my emotions got the best of me.
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