Reality bites hard as they would say, and it did kick the hell out of me when everything fell apart. Love is a hard ball of reality, and it is far more than a fantasy. I was wrong when I expected you to gracefully dance every step of my tune. I didn’t realize I also have to move along with yours, like an apprentice eager to learn more. We weren’t like the fairy tales, neither we were in movies. We weren’t insured with a happy ending like that of Nicholas Sparks’, nor were we jeopardized to be on a heart-churning tragedy like that of Shakespeare’s. Laura Kipnis even once said, that both parties must keep working in order to keep the passion; but why does it seem like we decided to walk on different paths? Where were we heading? What were we thinking? Why?
I live for today, but my heart seems to have been dragged in the past. I wish to have a relapse of yesterday or at least feel the warmness of a love that has gone away. I want to shout the anguish of every inhibited pain, for love can be a total bullshit for a society that has been mashed up by love’s cliché.