I was a big fan of love.
i remember the first time i fell. it was something that couldnt make me sleep. that couldnt make me sustain a laughter. and that is when the object of my affection couldnt leave my mind. it is when i first wanted to have my own phone line inside my room. it was the time when i always waited for letters, for a simple hi. it was when i dont use my lunch money so i could buy her a soccer ball stuffed toy. it was when i always wanted to wear a polo shirt so i could have her parent's validation. her cousins' and siblings'. and thats when my heart first got trampled on.
i became a bitter person after that. i was furious for no reason at all. i just feel that theres always a hand crushing my heart whenever i wake up. until time made that hand loosen up a little. so it could beat again. and ive never thought twice for loving again. because yes... i told you im a big fan of love.
but in between, i played around. coz i needed to revive my almost dead self-esteem. principles grew up on me. ive questioned the term "unconditional love". because love has always been unconditional. when you have conditions, it is never love. its a business deal. falling out is politically incorrect. its climbing out if you fall in. so after you have loved someone, there will always be a part of you that when fate makes you meet each other somewhere unexpectedly, your heart still stops. and you try to move on, distract yourself, and have either of your wishes.
you reconcile... or have a better partner. it becomes a competition. it will always be a pride festival. the epic days or worse years, of proving whos wrong. who ruined it. who fucked it up. until we "move on". i put quotation marks with it coz its another term we use as how we try to put life, sleeping and waking up, in two words.
until my heart beats again. coz again... im a big fan of love. for years on trying to prove that love isnt just a bad habit to break. my heart got filled with dreams. with a future. with so much music in it. it was filled with memories that made me human. that made me feel im capable. that made me feel secured that fuck yeah... i will forever be happy. and one person proved again, bursts my bubble, that.... forever isnt fucking real. then my heart, filled with a lot of things, almost stopped beating. coz the dreams that made it beat, got shattered into pieces.
coz in between, i had an irregular heartbeat. my heart got confused. it wanted to be vengeful. it wanted to hurt other people's heart. coz when i loved someone again, that person had a weird perception of love. i said love will make people happy. when i say happy, its not the mediocred version of happiness. its the real deal. and that person said... "love will always make you feel the worst. its built that way. love is pain. and i love you."
so i really didnt get it at first. do you really wanted me to suffer? coz thats how love worked for you? and then i gave that person up. went back to the old love where people agreed on. where people would actually cheer on it. coz its normal. its typical. without them having any idea, how i suffered during the process of loving.
and then i had the one who got away. the one who had full of lies. the one who made me believe that there is love. that i will always and forever be happy. because i deserved to be happy. but forever hasnt arrived, and yet, i found myself alone. and lied upon. over and over and over again.
and now, my heart couldnt contain a day that people celebrates it. coz the next year or the next next, i see people celebrating it with a different person. HOW THE HELL CAN YOU DO THAT? is there a medication where you could just swallow then it kills all the post-traumatic aches? i would be very glad to buy a hundred bottles.
if i wear red today, its just because i only wore red. i wear black, because i only wore black. NOT BECAUSE I HATE IT, I LOVE IT, but because its just another day where people lie to each other and tell that they will always be the one for them.
sorry to burst your bubble, but youre just making flower shops and insulin drug laboratories a day happier.
fuck valentines. love isnt real. its because everyone is just afraid to be alone. dogs die alone. what makes you think we're a lot more different.
and once you bump into cupid, can you tell a little bit of something to him from me? give him my address, or text me then we can meet at starbucks robinsons place malate. i have my own arrows to shoot back at him. and ill blog about what he feels after that.