Sunday, February 6, 2011

Walk with me, talk to me, follow your heart

"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. 

I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. 

And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! 

Yes, you are looking at one such individual."

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Ocean please, help me drown these memories

Sad thoughts come in many forms. They sneak up on you in the wee hours of the night and tangle you into thinking of the times you were that very stupid, very naive little child that only thought about how to survive love instead of focusing on how to handle it right and you sure as hell won't get a closure like that. A child doesn't realize there is no way of surviving love, you fall in or you fall out but once you truly love someone you always will in spite of the fact if it worked out the way you hoped it would.

And just like that, you find yourself four years later still hoping to wake up next to that person and still believing that you would be perfect together because no matter how stupid and naive you were four years ago, you were still in love.

Perfect matches often meet at the wrong time. They could be happy. They really truly could be the best two things that have ever collided into each other in this overbearing world but they will never know that because they're simply at the wrong place in a wrong time. They've met too early and they are very stupid, very naive little children who are too impatiently looking for something better, something prettier.

You can't survive love. That's the pun of it all. You tag along with it and find yourself reminiscing from time to time. There's no way to fall out, there's no way to overcome that feeling but you'll learn to live with it. Heart is a ticking time bomb and some day you will find someone who you love more than you have ever loved anyone else and it won't be a re-bound, it won't be something you just settled for, it won't be something you can fall out of. It's something you can't survive and you will never want to.

But for now... you can't help but to feel a little sadden by the thought that knocked you off your feet by surprise at 4am. You've said enough, so many words maybe even too many, but sometimes you still feel just like saying those things again.

Words are only words... Still..