when every story is supposed to be that of love…
i’m supposed to be doing my version of "Passage Marketing Plan for the Year 2006" — but as of this moment, my brain refuses to take in another wry version of crap. I’ve been inhaling and exhaling that corporate monstrosity for a week now it’s starting to make me awfully sick. Proof: I spent the whole day today staring at an empty screen, the god-awful power point cursor blinking back at me as if a curse.
anyway…where was i? oh, on how every story is that of love. yeah, melodramatic cheesy lani in here…get out now while you have time.
ever had days when you wake up and suddenly realized how you madly want to be someone? it doesn’t matter where he is or if she likes you back… it’s just a sudden realization, that…"hey…she makes me happy", or…"he makes me listen to classical music and i don’t barf…" that kind of thing. ever wondered how something so magical just happens just as easily sometimes? and like a leaf blowing unsteadily into the wind, you just go with the flow — feeling light and breezy, though unstable (mentally or otherwise) sometimes.
maybe it’s the thing about love, huh? i’ve read somewhere that being in-love is almost similar to the highs that you feel when you are on drugs (or whatever form of substance abuse). you get all light-headed, you see neon colored roses and poppies everywhere, everything just seemed unbelievably pretty and great.. life is freakin’ good. hey — that is love at its highest. somehow, following that freakin’ object of your affection as she makes her way to your next class makes sense…or dedicating a song, say "Stay by Cueshe" to your obsession who happens to be a great bartender becomes a logical choice. it just makes sense.
people meet and fall in love on different circumstances. in fact, it is just so varied that we have ten thousand kinds of literature, movie and the whole shit based on how people meet and make an ass of themselves as they fall in love. how they become together, or stay together becomes another story. it is here when the forces will begin to align themselves either directly behind you or against you. it’s either you become together or you file that memorable 5 days of pure madness into your "what was i thinking" file. fate. or not. somehow in between are the snippets of tears, frustration, happiness, faith, loyalty and love. somehow in between the pages of our story lies the funny episodes where we laugh over ourselves as we do the unthinkable, the bravest thing…or maybe just the damnest yet cutest fight pa-porma we could muster. we are in love and so shall we be.
how we end up is another story. girl meets boy, boy meets girl…until someone has to leave. it was great while it lasted. but sooner or later, it MAY happen. you MIGHT break up. the story MIGHT end. and like the best chemical abuse there is — the flight downhill happens to be an unforgettable mixture of heaven and hell, agony and pain, mixed with sweet memories and empty days. as you slide downhill, your heart reeling in from the shock and pain… your ego bruised… you either fight for it or fight it… in the end the decision to let go is yours and yours alone.
boy meets girl, girl meets boy…from thereon lies a great story. what happens next, whether they give up or not, if they live happily ever after or the book endeth…remains to be seen.
