Wednesday, July 16, 2008

LOVE me, LOVE me not.............


I never understood the reason for someone to “move on”. It’s not like you’re really going to move on, you’re just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person every second of every minute, every minute of every day ‘til finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore.That is ‘til you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you and then you have to remind yourself again to smile… just smile.

What on earth is love? Why love is on existence? Why other people almost die for it and why other people die because of it? Does it hurt? And if yes, why other people still enjoy loving? Why people continue to get their selves involved even if they perfectly knew that they would be hurt in the end? They say love puts butterfly in your stomach, makes your knees tremble and gives you extraordinary pounding of heart, making your blood rush on every veins… indescribable feeling of joy. I think love is like adrenaline, a super power that wraps a typical mortal converting himself into an invincible one, in short, making himself capable of doing things that he doesn’t usually do. It doesn’t only faloricate super human beings, it also enhances the personality and abilities of the person infected. If you would notice, a product made out of love is guaranteed with promising beauty, quality and excellence better than goods ordinarily made. It also makes you feel well protected and equipped for the possible clash, depth and density of your sentiment. Somehow it makes you knowledgeable and mature because it teaches and gives you loads of wisdom. It sometimes makes you feel you hit the jackpot and you’re one of the lucky human beings who discovers their other half and made themselves feel complete. Lucky enough that don’t have to go to another life cycle, another cycle of searching, another quest for completion by finding your lost other half.On the contrary, it makes you feel stupid, dumb and nuts. Sometimes it makes your muscles shiver because of fury yet due to sorrow, it makes your organs revolt that some of which don’t want to be part of your system anymore. It gives you sluggish thoughts with senseless heart as words were kept lying behind the teardrops. Sometimes it makes you feel stronger wishing that you didn’t believe on it before that made you are now, full of regrets, hopes and pretentions. Yes, it makes you feel lucky, but what is luck if it made you hate the world?

Bla…bla…bla…bla… They say that when it knocks on your door whether you like it or not, it will give you instant guts, instant nerve and spirit, transforming you into instant mami! (“HUH mami?!” hehehe.) Risk taker! Sometimes because of this we make decisions like skating in the thin ice without weighing things out. Do actions that play with the fire and leave everything to luck, everything to chance to tug along the igniting demands of love that eventually leaves you some allowance to failure. Things unexpectedly touches the commencement of love, as it still obey, listen, and open to what people would be saying. But if it becomes intense, ears will remain open but minds will kept close, eyes were stressed looking but not seeing, and everything will be left out except for the deep feeling of fondness and affection.

Bla…bla…bla…bla… Love is sacrifice, selfish yet giving. Bla…bla…bla…bla… Every wound is a flower and every pain is a blessing. Others see it as sacrifices while others see it as love. Different interpretation from different point of views. But what is really intriguing is how wound and pain comes along with love…?? Words can’t fit to explain it but I guess the best way to understand is to have the same experience, who knows the concept of giving up and letting go will be love for you. I, you, we. The ages of ignorance who are the usual victims of virus of interesting curiosity were being warned of the possible heartbreaks, pains and sacrifices that could be hurtful and traumatic to our half-grown ignorant heart.

Bla…bla…bla…bla… Variety of trials comes… with different compensations… for every hurt there is learning… for every damage… there is maturity. For every injury… bla…bla…bla…bla… there is development. And for every scourge you become stronger.

Love comes on different approaches. It could be perfect as anybody wishes for or it could be dangerously passionate, violent, destructive bla…bla…bla…bla… Love is the sweetest affection, inspired by eyes, spoken by lips, dedicated by the heart, shared by souls, and proven at the altar. A too good to be true meaning! Not enough to satisfy my countless questions in mind.Bla…bla…bla…bla…

There is no exact meaning of love for it is a case to case basis. Since, I guess, nobody wants to be unhappy, people employ themselves in the business even if risks are contagious in the environment!

For the person who really makes me fall in love and i do replied the love, thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to love and to be loved..... And for someone that never ever give up in giving your love, thank you soo much for appreciating me this much but as far as i told you earlier, we can NEVER MEANT TO BE TOGETHER...... i do appreciate all the kinds n sweet words, all the bits and pieces and everything you did,but still I AM SORRY..



note : i love my life in tandem with my lovely other half..PLEASE.....MOVE ON!!!


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