One moment it takes you to Cloud 9, to dreamworld, to the highest of highs, to the heavens, and before you know it, it starts hurting you like hell....that you begin to ask yourself, is it worth having after all?
Lucky are those who found true love and kept it. By saying that, I don't mean that everything's perfect--that there are no arguments, no misunderstandings, no hurts, no pains, no bad days. But perfect love surpasses all. Only love can be perfect. Not the persons, not the circumstances.
I used to believe in forever. Just forever. And then life opens your eyes to the kind of love the majority of the real world has--unexclusive; shared for those taken, even "knotted". And suddenly, forever's not just enough. So you elevate your thinking and finally settled for "happily ever after". 'Coz not all taken are happy. Not all married are happy. Not all forevers are happy.
So what is love, really?
For Christians like me, love is described best in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. "4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
And then I think, apart from the love of God for us, can anyone be capable of giving such kind? Can a mortal love you like that? Or can you? Maybe to some, yes. But me? Aaaaah....
And then I go back to what I used to think--that (I guess) love isn't meant for me just as I am not meant for love. That's love. For me.
