Love stories they say are made in heaven. But my question
is, are they truly? You couldn’t possibly have a cupid flying around half
naked, with a tiny bow and arrow, shooting or rather trying to mark a target
for the perfect ‘love struck’. Love, if it has to happen, happens. Or happens
only if you take it seriously. Treat it like a task.
- Find boy/girl
- Look deep into his/her eyes
- Fall in love
- (Try to) Sustain it
I mean, love definitely doesn’t strike a chord like that.
Maybe there is more to it than what merely meets the eye. Maybe the physical
proximity is also what calls the shots. The brushing of hands, the entwining of
fingers, the caressing, the hugging...well the list can go on. Basically the
point is, to find love, or even to fall in love, one needs to get close. Take a
step at a time probably, and not rush in to it.
Or maybe ‘m blabbering here. To love is to just cut the crap
and know the person, inside out, quite literally. Shoot down the damn cupid and
break his arrow. Make your own mistakes and find your own way to it.
Love happens. But then so does shit!
