The Story of Love According to Me
My feeble attempt to decipher the undecipherable LOVE
For the longest time I always thought love was the strongest force in the world. Love breathes through everyone like a lost wind in the darkness. Slowly seeping in and out of hearts leaving one exhilarated and sometimes broken. A moment not definable by love is not worth living. One is never far away from love. The dynamics of love is never lost. No birth or dead.
No one know when it started or when it will end. Humanity may decimated. Relationship ends but Love lives forever. You cannot welcome it into your life. Once it arrives you cannot live without it. You cannot ask it to stay or stop it when it decides to leave. It will dissipate into nothingness and there’s nothing you can do about. As such the force of love. It cannot be questioned only experienced.
A little feeling that germinates inside one’s heart. Slowly growing, sprouting its branches out high to the universe, roots so deep you can feel its pressure. The veins of love take over the heart, grasping and squeezing it until you struggle to breath.
Once inside it activates all the senses. You go crazy and do thing unimaginable. And you sit at the balcony surrounded by the most beautiful flowers and you wonder. Nothing could make you happy anymore. Only if the other heart can answer the call. Once connected a limitless amount of bliss is unleashed in you and into the universe.
Most heart suffers when the call is not answered. The root of love tightens and paralyses you. You get close but scared to get burn. Your mind stops working. Rationality is out of the door. You think of doing the most bizarre thing to win your love. Sometimes you win, other time you loose. Relationship never happens. Love lives on.
In due time you have to get back to reality and resume your life in pain. You ignore your family and friends. Nothing make sense anymore. Hunger evades you. Sleep captures you and make you stuck in a moment. You turn to your vices for some comfort. It soothes your suffering just a bit until the intoxication gently disable the hold of the love root. This is temporary pleasure. Once the inebriety is over. The roots becomes rigid. The roughness of the roots become apparent.
You lose yourself deeper. You try to find answers but love seems to be answer that you can never seek. You shout out loud into nothingness. Hoping an echo will bring some good news. The answer is still not in your favour. The void becomes real. You seek out to your best friends for the first time. They arrive with bottles of wine so you can drink and share and loose yourself for the night. You get drunk so you can sleep a little, forget a little. Once your friends leave you sink deeper into oblivion. Loneliness becomes your best friend. He will slowly helps you to understand the reality.
There are, usually, two outcomes;
One, you rebuild your heart. The roots of love unhinges from your heart in time. You breathing becomes normal and you get back to your old self. A new version of you filled with regrets and unremembered hope emerges. Eventually you become hopeful and ready to let love back in your heart and life.
Second, you get stuck. The love refuses to leave you and your heart. Slowly you get use to the pain and the sensation. You learned to live with the memories. Some days are harder than the other. You avoid people because then you’re obligated to speak about what’s happening. You rather suffer in silence. The new normal will emerge. You will spend the rest of you life loving this person who did not love you back.
After all who am I to say which is the right way to take. As we move through each stage of our lives, a new normal emerges shedding away the old self. You learn to adapt and get on with your life.
Love is not about getting into a relationship or settling down. You don’t need a reason to love only love itself. Everyone should fall in love at least once. It rockets you into the sky. You need to feel that emotion. Fleeting it maybe but a wonderful feeling nevertheless.
Love without limits and maybe one day the other heart will answer your call and you can hope that happiness will favour you once more.
’Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
