Uh, you see, I don’t understand any point when all of a sudden you state to have found some undefined feelings for a total stranger –stranger in a sense; you haven’t known him since always, right?
My idea of love comes
from tragedy though. I like the concept of death in romance or some tragic
reason. I know that’s weird, but the more tragic is the story the more true I
perceive the love to be. Oh-kay well right, not really death; say, delay in union? Right.
Oh me? Well, that’s
never happening, you see. I can’t make myself even think of it. I'm more than just sure.
Oh I don't know why is it 'not' possible.. I just think it isn't.
Oh I don't know why is it 'not' possible.. I just think it isn't.
Though I think I would like to believe that I’m in
love. Charming as it seems to be. I mean who doesn’t idealize about having an
extremely super duper love story? With lots of drama, lots of romance and her
very own Mr. Perfect! Since I think and idealize a lot, so I’m more likely to
believe that I’m in love when probably I wouldn’t be.
The thought which
sometimes trouble me is how am I going to know that if it’s really love or just
my idealization? And what if it turned out to be really love which it most
definitely wouldn’t, like of course; but just in case.. And and, what am I
gonna do in such a situation? I mean, many social hurdles would definitely
color my decision; and choices and options are something I hate! Like really
hate. And what about the person who I'll fall in love with? What if he'd be just flirting and I got serious? I'm not sure if I'll even survive a heart break! I'm likely to get serious, you see. Not even knowing if this is what I want or not. Sadly somewhere I do identify with that particular school of thought which naturalize love. Pure impact of this mindless society!
Oh well, that bothers
me too much at times. So yeah, my love story –if I get any –it should be just
awesome! I just don't know how am I going to know? I just hope everything happens like it does in fairy tales. I am much in love with the idea of falling in love.
All this while when she was talking, he had his eyes on her. Now that she stopped talking; he didn't know what to say, just too amused as he was. Though coming from the beginning towards the end, he didn't miss the gradual contradiction of views she had.
He was smiling now, at his own certainty which was proportional to her uncertainty. He knew exactly what it was.
All this while when she was talking, he had his eyes on her. Now that she stopped talking; he didn't know what to say, just too amused as he was. Though coming from the beginning towards the end, he didn't miss the gradual contradiction of views she had.
He was smiling now, at his own certainty which was proportional to her uncertainty. He knew exactly what it was.
