I write “fiction” to hide the fact that I felt something so real it had hurt me. I write stories using the third person point of view so I don’t have to claim that I am writing about myself. I write something without using “I” to confuse my readers. I don’t want them to be certain that I was the one in my story. Most of the time these stories are sad, shameful, and full of regrets.
After reading some blog from 2007, I realized (though I already know) that when people fall in love, they usually feel, think and act about the same things. We do everything to be with the beloved person even if it means hurting another human being subconsciously. We tend to surround ourselves with the beloved even if it’s wrong or even if we were not sure we’d have a hold on them for a long time. There’s no concept of right or wrong when it comes to love, anyway… Most of the time we’re forced to face the options of fighting for the people we love or leaving them alone with their own lives. They’d fight for us if they wanted to be with us, right?
We girls usually think that guys should make the first move. Although we exhale so much hints that we like them, we don’t actually tell them straightforwardly that we like them during the first few days. Or weeks. Or even months. We wait for them to notice our pagpapa-cute and then we pray so hard for them to approach us first. To ask for our numbers and ask us out. We think that they’ll do everything to be a part of our lives. But what about us trying to make more effort to be part of their lives?
L♥VE. It’s so complicated, you give up trying to understand it. But when the time comes that you’d actually fall in love, you’d start concluding that…
Love is in the eyes of the person you care so much about. It’s the warm feeling that flows in your veins when you see him smile. It’s being happy knowing that he’s happy. It’s kissing him with your eyes closed, smiling in between smooches. It’s the warm feeling you get when you know he got home safely after an amazing day together. It’s cuddling on the couch on a lazy Saturday afternoon. It’s holding him in your arms, consoling him, smoothing out his hair, wishing that time would stop. Then you know you could actually die right then and there, ‘cause you know you already got what you want. Or not yet.
I believe each one of us has their own definition of love. It varies from person to person. The definition, that is. But what we feel when we are in love could all be the same things. Being in love connects us with other people. It’s understanding each other without rationally thinking why we do.
Love is the person we personally love. They’re literally everything we have that we’d die the moment we lose them.