That Once A Year Thing

everything began out of it. our every beginning was caused by either a
mistake, or some magnetic invisible force that bound two people. we
might not want generalizing things after the argument of its existence,
whether if its really there waiting for us to find or those
philosophers just made it up so we could start naming behaviors then
help us out of oblivion. like trying to have a definitive answer since
no one could prove us wrong about it.

its so weird that love is
just like a matter of opinion. and yet, we tend to use it then try to
choose one out of its 9 meanings. sometimes, it fills the void in us
but for some, it makes them emptier, the warm attachment gives them the
cold shivers. but knowingly, love shouldnt be just a phase. it was
meant to be established, be familiarized with, be sincerely felt and be
well-decided. because after stage 1 of trying to convince yourself,
next would be both sides' thoughts. plans. then there goes the
you-wanted-your-own-space phase and the compromising. next thing youll
hear, sparks die. not the author. what i meant was the magic. THE magic.

its
just so bad when things dont go out the way you thought it would turn
out. you try to build your world around it, then it crashes down. along
with your "everything". i mean, cmon.

is it because of the
everyday drama we watch on television the reason why we try to be more
definite with what we feel? or what we do perhaps. like the "looking",
the "waiting", and the "dreaming" for mr or miss right.

love
shouldnt be celebrated like couples prancing in a mall, holding hands
like kindergartens, wearing things with a shade of red (at the same
time), and mocking people out of them being single in ONE DAY. try it
everyday if you want to. hope you get contented woth YOUR LIVES!
*pants*... O_o wow. thats one hell of a rant. now back to being normal.
it just proves that im not a fan. lets just say if INC doesnt have
christmas coz of the fact that giving should be an everyday thing,
maybe for me... loving is like that. christmas = valentines. i just
dont like the mush and the sap and the cheese. its just... too sweet.

now
the word love is overrated. we dont even know what it really means
anymore. and we tend to hurt each other for the wrong connotation for
one might know how to really love and the other might've had it
superficially. then we look, we wait and we dream. then its the same
thing happening again. so we get tired of looking, waiting and dreaming
until we dont know that its the real thing, within grasp, in front of
our eyes. then we stop believing that it does exist.

love might hurt. might be really painful. but living with thorns would be all worth it rather than living without the roses.

say i love you. then mean it.