about love, its bitter sweet. Life is a box you open with anticipation. You get your expectations sometimes disappointments. Now if I get so sad with it, that’s blasphemous. What would I expect? I have known people in love. I haven’t been in it myself, but someone said never overlook the observation of an onlooker. Some have loved once, some twice, some as much as they can fail to count but just wrap all that in one. In all occasions one thing lacks.
Trust is there; a feel that something will blossom, if not now then maybe later. Perhaps it should have been now or never. Yah! Trust is there but one feels that the other does not appreciate what he feels deep down. Or s/he doesn’t have a clue of what the other wants. Now if they break they will say we were just honest to each other that we couldn’t click. That’s if one is not dumped while s/he is deep in love.
Guess sometimes love is just those seasonal chills and thrills that run up and down your spine when you anticipate an experience of being with another. When you live the experience you see clearly now that it looked good from a distance. When the heart is clouded by emotions and the mind with boggling fantasies rationality is corrupted. After all is gone each asks why the heck s/he got hitched to that shameful excuse of a human being in the first place. But how do you find love? Things are easy for some and not for others. Others go along smoothly they are compatible. Maybe that’s an observation from a distance, but who gives a shoot when all looks well with them.
I know you can’t force love. It comes and it finds you, it is a reality that lets you know dreams and fantasies do meet with sunshine. When you spot it grab it. Don’t get too judgmental when you see an opportunity. It’s not proper. Make the best out of it. Focus on the positives, observe the negatives and pretend they are not there. If you are so realistic in love, it won’t last long. Love is sometimes spiced with pretence. With smiles that disguise pain, anger, and regret. Do not ask why this should be my destiny. Don’t ever think you will last in love with such questions.
Trust is there; a feel that something will blossom, if not now then maybe later. Perhaps it should have been now or never. Yah! Trust is there but one feels that the other does not appreciate what he feels deep down. Or s/he doesn’t have a clue of what the other wants. Now if they break they will say we were just honest to each other that we couldn’t click. That’s if one is not dumped while s/he is deep in love.
Guess sometimes love is just those seasonal chills and thrills that run up and down your spine when you anticipate an experience of being with another. When you live the experience you see clearly now that it looked good from a distance. When the heart is clouded by emotions and the mind with boggling fantasies rationality is corrupted. After all is gone each asks why the heck s/he got hitched to that shameful excuse of a human being in the first place. But how do you find love? Things are easy for some and not for others. Others go along smoothly they are compatible. Maybe that’s an observation from a distance, but who gives a shoot when all looks well with them.
I know you can’t force love. It comes and it finds you, it is a reality that lets you know dreams and fantasies do meet with sunshine. When you spot it grab it. Don’t get too judgmental when you see an opportunity. It’s not proper. Make the best out of it. Focus on the positives, observe the negatives and pretend they are not there. If you are so realistic in love, it won’t last long. Love is sometimes spiced with pretence. With smiles that disguise pain, anger, and regret. Do not ask why this should be my destiny. Don’t ever think you will last in love with such questions.
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