Inspired by both Vayie's latest entry and a recent discussion I overheard from the KiddKraddick In The Morning Show. I will try not to be mushy and cheesy, that would be totally uncharacteristic. Trust me.
It all started with a simple letter written by a listener which tackled her fiancee, who was getting a job in New England, and the life that was then being offered to her by his eventual better half. The guy wanted her to dump her present job, and fly to where he's at so they both could try to embark a new journey together. The girl hesitated, not wanting to leave her moneymaker behind. The following week, she heard a knock on her door only to find out that her fiancee ditched the new career just so he can be by her. She was elated. However, two days later, her boyfriend got into a car accident that put his life in jeopardy. He was awfully injured that he had to get his legs cut. The girl had to take care of her boyfriend, that ensuingly cost her her job as well. The letter ended with her narration of how pitiful it is to watch his fiancee undergo therapy with those metal walkers, and how life would have been so much better had she only followed him to New England. And for the record, they are still together.
Ah. The Power. Of. Love. How can we spell the shit any better.
I'm your average youngster though, so I guess, it's a given that I've never been into a state of being so emotionally involved with a person my opposite sex, not that I have with a girl, haha. Safely, I've never been that in love. I think it would take a lot for me to actually be so attached to a guy, much less, to live with him before being blessed by the sacrament of matrimony. But it somehow fascinates me. In a way that it makes me more curious by the day of how serious true love can really go.
True love, on another way, frightens me. Like in a case of overpowering jealousy. I take Benicio of Sa Piling Mo as a solid example. He gets jealous over the simplest things, and he couldn't find a better way of channelling his outrage other than to be hitting his wife. It's pathetic on the guy's part, and horrifying for the woman's. I know that circumstances such as that inevitably happen in real life, and God knows, I will leave a man that attempts to punchbag me in a blink of an eye. But is that kind of wrath can ever still be considered as a condiment of true love? I don't think it's normal. See, it's all in the confusion bubble. Or have I just been extra indulged with my daily dose of telenovelas?
Eitherway, I do believe in true love. I know, I promised not to be all mushy, but give me a break. This is the first time EVER I'm blogging about the damn topic anyway. Going back... It is a crazy part of life to be involved in, to say the least. But it is also the most fruitful of all things. I can only wish that in the future, I can find a man who will love me and my family whole-heartedly. Apart from the cheesy stuff, a man that has the balls to be the breadwinner of our destined offspring. I may be dreaming, but tell me, there are still guys like that left in the world, right? Fine. I'm being excessively delusional.
I guess I will have to live by the quote/song from 13 going on 30 for the time being.....
No promises. No demands. Love is a battlefield. Gee, now that is cheesy. Haha.