Attraction
“Love is hourly, too.
There are stories about people who have loved someone forever after laying eyes
on them for a few minutes and then nevermore, but these stories have not
happened to anyone we know.”
The magic of loving someone forever after one moment? I
think it happens everyday. These stories never get told because they’re
embarrassing. It’s like submitting to the idea that love, really, is illogical
and uncontrollable. And that, my friends, is the plot of catastrophe. Love is a
decision, right? A commitment that you get into when you’re ready, and sure and
unafraid anymore? Right?
Seriously, haven’t you had that one day when a stranger
catches your eye for merely walking right in front of you and you silently
tell yourself, “He could be the one.”? Haven’t you had that weird moment when
someone you've been spending time with, a friend, literally transforms right
before your eyes and at that weirdest of moments, you acknowledge that you are,
indeed, in love? Isn't it a common thing to be smoking with someone while you
secretly wish for the universe to conspire and make that unintelligible shape
that the smoke from your cigarette and his combine into the mushiest
heart-shaped form?
The truth is, love happens - everyday, every breathing
second, every regular minute – whether we acknowledge it is a different story.
Falling “Deeper” in
Love
“No, when you love
someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in
the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or
if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases.”
Oh, the mystery that is loving because you’re needing or
needing because you’re loving. Does love really increase? Or does it seem to
increase by the level of dependence that you develop for the other person? This
is exactly how over thinking things can ruin the greatest of love stories. Because if we find the answer to the question,
what does it really result to?
If the answer is that love is
directly proportional to the time you spend with the other person, then time
and proximity become significant factors in the relationship. But isn't love
supposed to be a thing in itself? A feeling, a commitment, a decision that conquers
all? How much faith must one put in love?
When does one draw the line between loving unconditionally and
conditionally?
On the other hand, if love remains
constant but the need to be near your partner increases with time, aren't we
depicting a picture of love as selfish and discontented? Doesn't it go against the premise that love makes you a better person? Isn't a better person someone
that is more capable of a more mature and selfless love?
Finding the answer yields to doubt either way. To be honest,
I think falling deeper in love makes you feel a lot of new things that make it
hard for you to cope. If you have been dependent all your life, you need to rise
above the pressure of doing things on your own to ensure that your partner can
grow, too. If you have been independent all your life, you need to surrender
some freedom to be part of a couple that grows together in a relationship.
So, this is my answer: You can ask all sorts of questions about love but the main question is, “Do you still want to be loving the other person despite all the possible logical answers?”
So, this is my answer: You can ask all sorts of questions about love but the main question is, “Do you still want to be loving the other person despite all the possible logical answers?”
I sure hope the answer is a yes or a no – because being a
maybe says a lot about you than about your relationship.
Regret
“And when the love is
over, when the diner of love seems closed from the outside, you want all those
hours back, along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a
couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted
a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.”
Let me just say that when “love” does not work out, I almost
always feel so cheated. Not the third-party kind but the “how could you give
your love to someone else and share your dreams with me” kind. It’s the curse
of the blessed extroverted introvert. People have become so comfortable in sharing their
dreams, thoughts, secrets and innermost desires to me that I have wrongly
imagined these confessions to be promises of building a future together. God knows I become so emotionally, intellectually and physically invested that
when it doesn't work out, I feel like I have given up so much.
But that’s the thing – all these “investments” that I think
I have contributed to the non-relationship only happened inside my head. From
the outsider’s point of view, I was just being me – a really good friend slash
emotionally-detached listener who always says the right things.
The bottom line is this, most of the time, the things that
you give in a (non)relationship have been freely, voluntarily and lucidly given
by you and have not been explicitly asked by the one that you love. Fine, discreetly asked
and expected by the partner but YOU made the decision to give them because at
that exact moment that you were giving up your time, hell, your life… you felt
that what the other was giving you was worth it, or so much more than what you
were giving up. It is always a calculated risk based on the hope of mutualism. That
empty feeling after things fell apart is not regret – it’s loss. It’s not
wanting to turn back time and make different decisions but wanting to profit
from a sunk cost[1].
Moving Forward
“And so you sit like a
spilled drink, those missing hours in you like an ache, and you hear stories
that aren’t true and won’t bring anyone back. Things happen and you never get
over them…”
The other night, I was having quite an interesting discussion
with a friend / officemate over beer (for her) and iced tea (for me) and I
remember her saying, “I choose moving forward over moving on because when you
move on, it seems like you are trying to forget everything, including the pain
and I don’t believe in that – but when you move forward, it’s coming to terms
with pain and deciding that life goes on, and that you just have to live with
that pain because it has become a part of you.” I’ve said it before and I will
say it again, everyone must accept that there is honor
in pain. In a former blog entry, I said, “… you realize that pain, really, is
just a wonderful front act. You get hurt, once in a while, with some periods
more painful than the others.”
Move forward because your main act is happiness. Move
forward because the stage is wide and everyone is waiting for you to perform
the greatest act of your life – to love and to be loved in return.
You’re ready.
[1] In economics and business decision-making, a sunk cost is a retrospective (past) cost that has already been incurred and cannot be recovered.
