Tough Love
Did you ever love someone so much that you felt your heart would break from the sheer weight of it?
Did you ever love them so much that each time you saw their photo on the phone you felt like hugging them... and then physically ached and hurt when you couldn't because they were thousands of kilometres away?
Did you ever love someone so much that being away from them was like an actual pain in the gut... an incessant throb-throb-throb that refused to die?
Then, after a point, you just got used to the throbbing.
But it lives on, right where your stomach is, at times travelling through the veins and to your heart, then to your eyes, and tears freely flow out?
Did you ever love someone so much that you copiously cried salty tears into your pillows for nights at a stretch, waiting for daybreak when you could resume your daily activities?
Did you ever love someone so much that you would do anything to make them proud of you?
This kind of love is intense and difficult. It wrings you from the insides every single day. It keeps you on your toes and your head in a whirl: you want to be with them all the time, you constantly think about them, the mobile phone becomes your life, and you cannot imagine a day without talking to them and listening to their voice. Your mind is constantly doing the math every hour of the day: what time is it for them right now, what are they doing?
You wonder if they think about you as much you think about them. You think you'd feel hurt if they didn't...but then you afford yourself a wan smile. Because you almost always overdo things....there's no middle ground for you.
When you love, you give it your all -- your heart and soul and body. If you didn't, well, you probably wouldn't love them at all.
You remember their touch; the feel of their skin; how their eyes glinted while teasing you; the cadence of their voice when they performed a song; the way they sat on the couch and spread themselves out; the way they almost always used a fork-spoon to eat their meals; the way they casually walked around the apartment after their morning shower, the towel draped around their shoulders, wet hair irresistibly soft and shiny; the way they ambled into the closet, picked out a shirt, then walked over to the board to iron it out; the way they pushed back the glasses on the bridge of their nose each time it slipped down... little things they did and said remain imprinted in your memory, seared there for eternity...
Did you ever love someone so much that you would gladly write a poem to them every single day of the rest of your life? They would be your muse, your Mona Lisa for years to come.. You'd write them a sonnet, a limerick, a haiku, a full-fledged novella...you want them to understand what you feel why you feel, and maybe only words have the power enough to express those feelings. Twenty-six letters of the alphabet, A to Z, so powerful, so vibrant, so full of meaning...but even they, somehow, cannot encompass the range of feelings and the intensity of my passion for them.
Maybe I need more letters. And scripts. And vowels and consonants.
Maybe I need a whole new language.
Song of the Day: Everything I Thought I Had (Cloud Cult)
Did you ever love them so much that each time you saw their photo on the phone you felt like hugging them... and then physically ached and hurt when you couldn't because they were thousands of kilometres away?
Did you ever love someone so much that being away from them was like an actual pain in the gut... an incessant throb-throb-throb that refused to die?
Then, after a point, you just got used to the throbbing.
But it lives on, right where your stomach is, at times travelling through the veins and to your heart, then to your eyes, and tears freely flow out?
Did you ever love someone so much that you copiously cried salty tears into your pillows for nights at a stretch, waiting for daybreak when you could resume your daily activities?
Did you ever love someone so much that you would do anything to make them proud of you?
This kind of love is intense and difficult. It wrings you from the insides every single day. It keeps you on your toes and your head in a whirl: you want to be with them all the time, you constantly think about them, the mobile phone becomes your life, and you cannot imagine a day without talking to them and listening to their voice. Your mind is constantly doing the math every hour of the day: what time is it for them right now, what are they doing?
You wonder if they think about you as much you think about them. You think you'd feel hurt if they didn't...but then you afford yourself a wan smile. Because you almost always overdo things....there's no middle ground for you.
When you love, you give it your all -- your heart and soul and body. If you didn't, well, you probably wouldn't love them at all.
You remember their touch; the feel of their skin; how their eyes glinted while teasing you; the cadence of their voice when they performed a song; the way they sat on the couch and spread themselves out; the way they almost always used a fork-spoon to eat their meals; the way they casually walked around the apartment after their morning shower, the towel draped around their shoulders, wet hair irresistibly soft and shiny; the way they ambled into the closet, picked out a shirt, then walked over to the board to iron it out; the way they pushed back the glasses on the bridge of their nose each time it slipped down... little things they did and said remain imprinted in your memory, seared there for eternity...
Did you ever love someone so much that you would gladly write a poem to them every single day of the rest of your life? They would be your muse, your Mona Lisa for years to come.. You'd write them a sonnet, a limerick, a haiku, a full-fledged novella...you want them to understand what you feel why you feel, and maybe only words have the power enough to express those feelings. Twenty-six letters of the alphabet, A to Z, so powerful, so vibrant, so full of meaning...but even they, somehow, cannot encompass the range of feelings and the intensity of my passion for them.
Maybe I need more letters. And scripts. And vowels and consonants.
Maybe I need a whole new language.
Song of the Day: Everything I Thought I Had (Cloud Cult)
Comments
Post a Comment