Fear, Possessiveness, Selfishness… what do you picture? A mean and selfish man or woman probably. No. Its just the real side of love. The side devoid of frills and the side i usually talk about. This side is amplified when it is long distance. Don’t call these traits negative. They are just the manifestations of us imperfect humans. Another example, of how our soul, our emotions are not exactly ‘pure’ and ‘selfless’ as many people cite. In fact, we have been using emotions in a very negative literary sense.
Coming back to where i started. Have you ever been in a relationship? Do you know what it is to hardly be able to manage daily schedules and making plans that sometimes don’t come true? Do you understand why so many relationships become so stressed and tensed that they ultimately end up in frustration of broken hearts?
Maybe i don’t understand it in such depth as some people claim to. But there is something so badass about love that continuously attracts people towards it. There is something about love that we still don’t understand even after listening to endless tales of romance.
The feeling of being able to call someone ‘mine’ and
the degree of possessiveness those three magical words come with…
Mix in it the fear of losing him when he is not around,
when he cannot talk because he is busy
and the demands i make on his time…
Those selfish demands when i say i need your time.
Talk to me. Be with me.
Those times when he is with me…
when we are together.
Those times when we are sharing our puppy love in the morning texts…
And the time when you have to leave for office…
That time when you have to say goodbye…
and the time when i witness another death of love.
The days when we cannot communicate….
the days when someone or something else
is taking so much of your time
that i hardly get to see you or even talk to you
and the time when i sleep waiting for you
falling out of love again.
The morning when the first thing i need to do is hear from you
and another day of falling in love
another time of beautiful feelings
another joy in loving you again….
Maybe all efforts i make to make you understand the subtle feeling i call love will fail. It may sound stupid but now love songs mean nothing to me. Now i am composing my own rhyme. Another saga of the prince who fights the dragon to save the damsel in distress. Well, i am not a damsel in distress, but you are certainly my super hero. What better than that?