FALLING........

Old love stories used to make me laugh. I never believed any of it. Although I did like to watch the sappy romantic movies like sense and sensibility, for me it was like watching a war movie for someone who has never been a soldier. It was sad, exhilarating and confusing at the same time. Unless you live trough an experience of war, I don’t think you can truly understand what it is to be a warring soldier. Love is warlike in a way, and unless you fall head over heels once, you will have no idea why people cry over stupid sad songs. Love is battling, ferocious and dangerous. The reason people fall for it over and over despite its agony, it can also feel like paradise.

Everyone has a theory on love; why do we love? How do we love? What is love? So many books have been written on the subject that makes you think why do we still have no cure for it? It is an ancient disease. Since Adam and Eve, there was love and betrayal and sorrow following it. I could not find one book titled “Why do we still fall in love like dummies?” But we do, don’t we? We are such stubborn animals, we humanoids. Despite its unbearable pain, despite its hopeless promise, we still do it. We fall in love…Even the word “fall” implies our impending doom but we don’t care. Why? Love is blind? Who came up with this ridiculous expression? Love is not blind, foolish may be, but certainly not blind. Because we see, we look, we like and we love. Everything starts with that first look. Then you know love is not blind, but you wish you were blind.

I am almost sure if we were forewarned about the after pain of love, we would never fall for it. Then I guess the question will be, is it possible to “not” fall in love? I am not sure. Many theories of love state that it could be all about the chemicals in our brains, spirituals say it is about what your heart is telling you and children say it is a play. Take your pick. I have a different theory. I think it is a disease, some kind of virus. It gets you when you are least expecting it and when you are most vulnerable. And to cure it you need the other person. You need their eyes, you need their hands, their smile, their touch, their kiss…That is the only cure. If you don’t get the proper medicine, which is the object of your affection, then I feel for you. It is so painful, so unbearably and hopelessly agonizing that sometimes you wish you were death, and some actually kill themselves.

So what do we do? I don’t know about you but at least I protest! Yes, I’ve had it with this nonsense! I am done with love. I don’t want no part of it. I don’t want to hear about it, I don’t want to read about it, I don’t want to talk about it…I will do everything in my power to keep away from this virus; may be more vitamin c, less contact with my heart and some really occupying schedule. Yes, sounds about right. I am just not catching it again. I am not rolling in agony thinking about him, I am not staying all night to wait for his call, I am not missing him like hell…I am not…Whatever it takes, I am not catching the love virus again. And whoever can come up with a kind of potion to keep me away from it, I am willing to pay whatever its price. Let me know, and let me know soon…



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