Love is perhaps the thing we humans are most hypocritical about. We like to award that wonderful emotion brickbat after brickbat. I've heard cynical statements about love, and sometimes, a little reluctantly, have agreed to some parts. But when you are in love, you tend to draw exceptions as much as you'd like to believe you are not in love, you end up knowing you are. I don't mean to say you always know when you are in love. And I am not speaking of spiritual, familial love. I am speaking of romantic love.
And many times, that love is unattainable. It's been for me. And you hang on to it for some time. Hoping, the brainless romantic that you are, that you might as well get them 'back'. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. If you do, you explore a new facet of yours; if you don't, well, you again explore a new facet of yours.
I've realised that love is not all bubbly, but rather confusing sometimes. Not careful sometimes even ruthless. Sometimes 'perfect' (to others), and sometimes abusive and possessive. But it is what makes us different from other animals. We don't love to procreate. We love to love. And the stupid purist that I am, I hope it remains that way.
And many times, that love is unattainable. It's been for me. And you hang on to it for some time. Hoping, the brainless romantic that you are, that you might as well get them 'back'. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. If you do, you explore a new facet of yours; if you don't, well, you again explore a new facet of yours.
I've realised that love is not all bubbly, but rather confusing sometimes. Not careful
