Tonight I gave thought to something pretty futuristic and incredulous. Let’s say in a couple of years down the marital road, I am blessed with a child of my very own and like any other good parent, I would read him/her a bed time story. As far as I can remember, my mom used to read fairytales to me, so it is of no wonder that I would follow in her footsteps (and not read out loud, articles from Reader’s Digest, which I would forlornly want to guiltily do so, in wanting to raise a prodigy..hehe).
Perhaps then on one particular night, my child would curiously ask : “Mommy, what’s love like?” and how would I craftily answer him/her?
Mom’s answer :
“I have found almost everything written about love to be true…
Shakespeare said, ‘journey’s end in lovers’ meetings’. Ooh… what an extraordinary thought, personally I have not experienced in remote close to that but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I supposed I am constantly amazed by love’s sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was also Shakespeare who says that ‘love is blind’, now that is something I know to be true.
For some…quite inexplicably. Love fades. For others, love is simply lost. But for others, love could also be found if it’s just for the night. And then there’s another kind of love, the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victim. It’s called unrequited love.
Most stories are about those who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest? What about their stories? Those who fall in love alone. They are the victims of the one-sided affair. They are the cursed of the loved ones. They are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a parking space. An individual, who have loved that very man for three miserable years or more. The miserable years of her life, the worst Christmas, the worst birthdays, new year’s eve, brought in by tears and valium. To be in love would have been the darkest days of her life, because she’s been cursed for having loved a man who does not and will not love her back. Just the sight of him, heart-pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow.. all the usual symptoms.
But you my child, will find true love like I have. True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget. Not what you see, but what you feel. Not how you listen, but how you understand. And not how you let go, but how you hold on…”
Labels: ...You may hold my hand for a while, but you hold my heart forever...
Loading...
