Feelings? Is that it? Not entirely. Lust? Is that it? Not entirely. Care? Not entirely. Love is there, existed in many ways and form. Appears as and when it wants to. Disappears as and when it wants to. Fluster you and hurt you when it wants to. As and when it wants to. And you simply are a fool, pabo for love. Cry and laugh for it, worried and carefree for it, bleed and fly for it. Sucker for love. Hopelessly romantic and last but not least love can make one to be self destructive. Not in any bad ways but somehow it just can really crashes one’s dreams and you can really end up feeling really low as low as the lowest one can really feel. It hurts a lot doesn’t it?
This is what love is all about, complicated and weird and no matter how much you thought you understand it, well, you actually don’t. It’s the matter of the heart.
So, what is love? How do you differentiate it? How can she differentiate it?
She watches loads of love movies and dramas. She read loads of love stories and she to listens to loads of real life experiences. But as the matter of fact, in this world, this real world… there’s too much fake love, cheatings, infidelity and insincere love. Still does it counts? Is that too called love?
If one looks from the front side of it, it doesn’t really seem to look like there’s much love in it. But, when you look from the side of it or perhaps from behind or above it all, from different side of the story, you can actually find that there’s perhaps some sort of love in between too. (Rubbish? Don’t understand?)
Imagine husband and wife or gf and bf… then the husband cheats on the wife or vice versa… one look at it, it’s actually bullshit no love and cheating. But if you look from another side… only because the husband or wife had found love with others that drives them to do so. And the question here is which is the real love? What are it then that is categorized as love. Which then is the right one?
At the end, what everyone should know, because love is such and its complicated as it is, love is blind. It drives you to the extent that you never thought you would actually be, do, say or perhaps give up your life for it. How ironic and tragic. Despite all that harms and pain, love is beautiful, nice and cloud 9.
She wants to be in love despite all that’s been said, done and felt. She wants to find that someone, that real someone. Is he anywhere out there? Is she even going to stand a chance?
Her picture of love is pretty much influenced by television. Such fairytales. But her past love life experience awaken her from the beauty of it. Yet still she is willing to give love a chance. Will love in return give her the same chance? Will love come knocking on the door to her heart once more?
