RIGHT PERSON/WRONG TIME

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 RIGHT PERSON/WRONG TIME

A brief blog about LOVE

 ( between lovers not parents and stuff)


"Do you love me?" 

                                "Of course, I do." 
                                                           
  "Then, why?" 
            
                                "I just want to... live a little more, I guess." 

LIVE. LOVE. LIFE. 

We are strange creatures. Social creatures with the most unsociable lives. I can only see from my eyes and from my eyes I find you to be beautiful. You might find me hideous and it's alright, maybe you just don't like balding men or maybe you have a childhood trauma related to eggs. Who knows? 

But I wonder, would I have loved you the same way too, if I had traumas related to beautiful girls or girls in general? Can I call, what I feel love? What do I feel ? 

A sharp pain in my left chest is what I feel, coldness, heavy stones building over my body and a small pinch, a small click, FLASH, of your smile every time I think of you. Is that love? or is it just the hangover I have from loving you for such a long time. 

Love is strange to define. It's there and not there at the same time like I see you and yet you are not seen. Its supposed to be within two people but yet sometimes it just isn't. Sometimes, you love someone and sometimes they love you. Its quiet impossible for two people to be in love at the same time, well at least at the same level of love. The funny thing about this is, I was in love with you all the time and one day you just weren't and maybe one day you were and I wasn't and one day we both weren't and one day we both were. 

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"So, what's this rambling all about? Why is the blog writer suddenly writing about love and his pain of loving. We don't want to read this, this is boring as fuck. Love is love dude, don't make it too philosophical, just LOVE. I should just go watch Tarak Mehta or some shit or maybe try and finish my assignment, that at least would be more beneficial than reading this boring ass blog." 

I know you probably aren't saying that to yourself, because if you were you would not have even reached here. You are probably someone I know and you probably know me. I have been talking about death and life and pain and struggle and everything but I always ignored this one topic called LOVE. I just never talked about it, hid it away, tucked in the corner, separated from all the other emotions just like you have, have you though? Tucked it away? 

Tell me one thing dear reader, have you ever fallen in love? What was it like? Did he/she love you back? 

IF HE/SHE LOVED YOU BACK READ THIS

Such a wonderful feeling isn't it? It's like you are high all the time when you are with them, like they are your drug dealers. It"s like the world is just this tiny space between you two. The sound of the air is nice and so is life and even the dogs seem happy, the one that bit you last Tuesday seems happier. You can see things yourself yet you feel like you are seeing them with their eyes, I guess you are being socialized. It's as if the universe between you two has intertwined, like if you touch him/her now you will dissolve into them and be one. Its as if loving is all you need and even if you have a little piece of your favorite food left, you are ready to give it up for them. You are ready to sacrifice your time for them because with them time is just numbers and nothing more. You are ready to get a little wet if the umbrella is too small and are ready to cry if the pain is too much. Its safe around them, they love you, they want to hold you. Such a wonderful feeling but how long does this last? 

 IF HE/SHE DIDN'T LOVED YOU BACK READ THIS

This probably sucks. Chasing clouds. Do you know clouds are made up of water vapors and you can't actually touch it? So when you are chasing clouds you are actually chasing nothing? Love can't be transmitted, I wish it could but it just cannot. Your eyes aren't their eyes and their eyes aren't yours. You both haven't socialized. Yet, I understand you. I understand chasing clouds and chasing shadows, I understand running behind the bus and having that little hope that maybe it will stop for you before your knees break apart but will it though? Maybe it will, Let's say it did, what now? If they did end up loving you back, would it be worth it? Would you feel better? Would you wake up tomorrow and smile a little? Maybe you will but how long will that last? 

  HOW LONG CAN LOVE EXIST?

Do our parents really love each other? or are they forced to exist together. How often do they feel love? 
I have wondered a lot about this because if they do love each other, LOVE CAN EXIST FOREVER. I mean, I have loved a girl before and I thought my love would exist forever and it somehow still is there I guess? like little pieces of it, sprinkled here and there. Like even if my ugliest ex died I would be like 
" Oh no, I feel sad." Mostly because I feel sad as a human and maybe maybe also because love exists a little because once I believed I would love my ugliest ex forever. 

See love is not this great thing, its flawed like all of us. And I never talked about love because I don't really get it. It's like trigonometry to me. I kinda understand it and can feel it but I suck when it comes to really using it in real life.

I met someone, a long time ago, and she turned out to be the RIGHT PERSON at the WRONG TIME kinda thing but I really don't believe anyone can be a RIGHT PERSON at the RIGHT TIME because there isn't a right time in this life. We don't have that luxury to wait for things to get better before jumping into love with them. We just are PERSON on TIME, maybe right, maybe wrong but person on time none the less. And maybe, we will LOVE each other, maybe we will HATE each other, maybe my girl will be into eggs and maybe I will be into ugly girls who knows? I don't know and I really don't know what love means. 

After all this rambling, I can at least be sure of one thing though. 

You, dear reader, love me and I love you back. 

If you are a guy, you are like a brother to me. 

If you are a girl depends on who you are. Are you into eggs______??









                                   

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