May 6, 2012

Love, thou art a funny, funny thing indeed.

Here’s why I get in trouble time and again, coz I love. I love love and I love to love. Love for me is not something that is between people who are intimately involved or in a relationship or married, but way more than that. I am the kind of person who would also say “I love you” to friends, or just people whom I love.

But with love also comes a certain degree of possessiveness. And that is fine by me as long as it does not result into over possessiveness or obsession. I also get protective and possessive about everyone I love, which is why I have had hard times when my friends started dating guys and I felt like they were ignoring me for no reason. I was a kid back then. Slowly I learned how things worked and worked my way around it.

But this, this was something special. This was love. Every time I said to you that I love you, I got a warm and fuzzy feeling in my heart. I thought it was the same with you. But there I went assuming and I made an ass out of you and me. So when I saw you say “I love you” to her, I died a little inside, and when I saw her say “I love you too” I died a little more.

It’s funny because we’ve been through our share of hard times and eventually reconciled but now its making me feel whether it was just for the heck of it or was it truly because you missed me?

Now when I even think of saying “I Love You” to you, I cringe a little, inside.


Ragpicker said...

Another gem post ! nice , short and simple. Very straight to the point and yet infinitely curved beyond usual comprehension.

Indeed, love .. one of my least ever used words :)... but somehow this writing of yours has a tickling factor at the back of the reader's mind. Thanks for sharing

Rags !

Megan Adamson said...

Love is such a fickle feeling, so I feel for you in this post.
Sometimes I think Love is just a word to fill up an empty space, then I feel bad about it.
I love my family, but not in the same way as I love ice-cream! ;)

Megan Adamson said...

Love is indeed a strange thing, I love to hate such and such, but I love so and so. An odd concept, but believe me you will know when you feel love!
I love books but not in the same way as I love my family. ;)

(I feel sure that I have written this before, if so, please discard)