Nobody says falling in love is easy, and as Aerosmith quoted, ‘falling in love is hard on the knees’. But who am I to talk about being in love when I’ve never ever loved before? Falling in love is indeed hard… to fall for the right person.
The reason why I choose to remain single for so long is because of my refusal to allow someone to come in my life and fuck up that imaginary perfect lover I etched in my heart. We have no control over what comes our way, we are never in the driver’s seat when it come to choosing the right person to fall in love with. I have seen perfect examples of how people put themselves in situation which were clearly not tailored for them and seen unnecessary cases of total annihilation of the mental state. Love takes hostages and we are all victims. I will only be stupid to trust this game completely.
I may sound cynical but don’t get me wrong, I’m a believer of the elusive true love. It’s just that unless I get the feeling of neutron star collision, any other emotions are just plain psychological garbage. Love is not a word we are suppose to use excessively, they are as sacred as the holy grail, at least to me.
Being cautious with my heart can only do good to me, it beats giving it to someone wholeheartedly (pun intended) and let them make hamburger out of it.
Good thing comes to those who wait but on the other hand, the person I’m waiting for might have pass me by. Sometimes I think I just need to stop loving myself, let my guards down and do everything wrong just so it might turn out right.
Sick and tired of this one way highway to nowhere.
