here i sit
in the dark, with only my desk light blinding me, typing away.
i’m
thinking.
or maybe i’m not.
these songs
remind me of love. the sort of love i have yet to experience. the sort of love
that breaks hearts when lost, the sort of love that makes miracles when gained.
it’s past
midnight, i have homework to do, and here i am talking about love.
love is a
curious thing, isn’t it?
i’m eager to experience it. not just the fluttering of the heart and the blood
rushing into your cheeks. i want to feel mutual feelings. reciprocated love. i
want to hold someone’s hand, i want to be kissed on the forehead (even when my
forehead seems the most disgusting). i want to learn from love. i may not want
to go through the ugly bits, but i know i’ll have to, and i suppose i will. one
day. teach me, Love, on how to love. i want to talk about the things we both
love and hate. maybe i’ll hate what you love and you’ll do the same to me and
it won’t be too alright at first but we’ll pull through. i don’t want
heartbreak, Love, but if it is necessary, then i shall experience it. i want to
learn from love.
love is so
very curious.
why are we
all jumping around, trying to look for love all the time? this sort of love? what is it that’s so special about this? lead me
to a revelation, Love. tell me why. show me why. tell me why love is so
uncontrollably painful sometimes, yet we are always ready to endure it. show me
why love is about the butterflies and blooming flowers, then the next thing we
know it’s thunderstorms and typhoons, but we stay anyways. what is, what is
love?
what is
this love we talk about too often, but understand nothing of?
i don’t, at
least.
educate me, Love.
one day i’ll
be able to feel the difference.
one day someone will feel the same.
2 comments:
Yeeesss, this post is truth. You hit so many nails on the head with this one. The romantic type of love is what everyone seems to be jumping around about, writing sonnets about, making movies about. What about it keeps pulling everyone back to it anyway? I mean there are a hundred different kind of loves, and yet that one is the most discussed one.
But I also want to feel it as well. I think it's the whole 'finding someone who understands you and completes you' - as corny as it sounds. Looking at it that way, it seems kind of selfish then, like we want someone who completes US, understands US - obviously we would do the understanding and completing too, ideally, but it seems we all want the understanding, too. There's an element of selfishness to it I see there.
It reminds me of that (Greek?) myth, where originally humans were two souls joined together, but then they were separated for some reason and now we all just wander around looking for the other half. So it's both selfish and selfless, I guess. You wouldn't be complete without them, but they wouldn't be complete without you, either.
Great post. Good things can come out of writing in partial darkness while avoiding homework,so no need to fret ;)
your comments always make my day (: and yes, now i do see it--the selfishness in wanting to be loved and not love someone else. how one feeling triumphs over another.
homework timeeeeeeeeeee though. XD
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