Showing posts with label express. Show all posts
Showing posts with label express. Show all posts

Monday, April 5, 2010

Love is the glimpse of Heaven....



A very cute girl has this cute love for someone…. And talks her heart out with her friend

Friend – You love him so much right?

Girl – Yes. *shots a quizzical look at her friend*

Friend- Wondering how I knew what’s in your heart?

Girl - *half-smiles*… Well, who else can read it apart from you?

Friend – I am unsure if it’s all about reading, but your eyes speak, when you look at him like that.

Girl – you observe too much. *throws a book at her*

Friend - *Catches the book* … so, why don’t you just go tell him about how you feel.

Girl – how I feel?

Friend – yeah, the heart thumps faster when you see him, the music in the background, the breeze blowing in your face etc etc!

Girl – Jeez it never happened. But heart thumping faster part is agreeable.

Friend – yeah whatever, so go tell him all of that. Like, I love you and can’t live without you stuff.

Girl – No I can’t.

Friend – You want me to help you?

Girl – No. Not that way. I mean, I don’t want him to know my feelings for him.

Friend - *gives the weirdest look* … Okay? And why on earth is that?

Girl – What would I tell him? “Hi, you know what? I committed a blunder trusting a guy when I was 17. Then fell for someone else’s words when I was 20 and eventually ended up having thick scars on my heart. Now I fell in love with you. What’s your answer? Is that what I’m supposed to tell him?

Friend – Err. Chica. You don’t have to tell him about the things happened in your past. Tell him about what you feel for him right now. And who would want to know a decade’s old story? Love is love. Go let him know before it’s too late.

Girl – So, according to you, love is being dishonest?

Friend – No, I don’t mean it like that, but you should just tell him about your feelings first, then about your past life.

Girl - *grabs the book from her (friend’s) hands, starts flipping pages* …

Friend – Okay, I won’t ask you to do anything, but answer this question.

Girl - *Question mark face*

Friend – What if you see him getting married to someone else?

Girl- Ouch. It’s gonna invite another crack to my tiny heart. But you know what? I want something like that to happen. Not the crack, I want him to be with someone more deserving and not me. I’m gonna be happy for him although there will be the lil ‘ouch’ continuing.

Friend – Go jump somewhere. Save the philosophy.

Girl – No seriously. I don't want the whole idea of being expressive eat me up, when the answer is a hell NO from him. Loving isn’t about being together, or wanting each other badly. It’s just about LOVING. It has no rules. No conditions. It’s just called love. It’s about how happy you can live for someone you love. Hoping for that boy’s happiness serves me the best moments. I desire to stay alone loving him, than being with him and someday losing him.

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Silence between both while the girl talks to herself in the inside -

[That’s what I think about love no idea about other’s ideas, maybe I’m wrong but it’s okay. It's good to express but I'm not ready yet for another ache in the heart. But what matters really is to see that boy happy always.]

Friend – I like it.

Girl- Which part?

Friend – The loving logic :-)

Girl- hmm-mm *Nods head vertically*

Friend - **Hugs her tight**

…so this cute girl can’t express it to him because she thinks it’s better to not hold onto something so tight and later realize that it’s been released from the hands leaving too many scars to the heart. Sometimes heartbreaks make it such a tough thing for anyone to be expressive because the fear of losing someone always remains in their thoughts. But ultimately you’ll know the exact meaning of love and that is what the girl finally learned. She learned how to LOVE and not expect anything out of it.

Love as much as you can. And remember when you start expecting things, you’re only making way to a regretful life ahead.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love -

PS: Not a real story. Story about how the things of the past made that girl non-expressive and not being prepared for the future and all she believed in was to love!