I don’t know what inspired me to write this post. And I know
a lot of people reading this post will think I am writing it because I am in
love. Well neither have I been that lucky yet nor is the reason for writing
this post that interesting.
The reason is boringly simple: I had called up a friend and
then heard his caller tune: “I don’t know who you are, where you’re from and
what you do as long as you love me.”
That got me thinking, is Love really that overpowering, that
nothing else matters, and if things do matter while pursuing your love is it still
Love? So I put on the most romantic songs on my cell, took a steaming mug of
coffee and sat down to explore something which I am hoping will happen to me
someday.. (the sooner the better Mr. Cupid).
The first question that I want to ask everyone in love is
what exactly is it that you are feeling when you tell someone “I Love You”??
Are you saying you like that person the most? Or that that person matters the
most?? Or is it that the presence of that person in your life is the most
important and amazing thing in your life?? Or is it option D – all of the
above….
Anyone who has read the book Twilight will know the
description of imprinting that Jacob gives Bella –
“It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like...gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her...You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother”.
That’s how I always imagined Love
to be. To like someone without limits – where even the thought of not being
with that person is like a thousand knives stabbing you at the same time, when
all that gets you through the tough times is the thought of the person waiting
at the other end to hold you and tell you that everything is going to be fine
and the worst is over, when any romantic song reminds you of that person, when
even the simplest squabble brings tears to your eyes, when you can’t sleep
after a fight, when you wake up with the biggest smile after dreaming about
that person, when the thing holding you onto Earth is no longer gravity – it’s
the other person.
I believe that loving someone means being with that person
is worth everything, that the person is worth everything, so even if you are at
each other’s throat every other day or the smallest squabble turns into World
War 3, even if you drive each other crazy (both in the good and bad sense) –
it’s OK because the person is worth all the hassle…
So what happens when people separate – has their love
ended?? Will you still call it love if it ends?? And more importantly does love
end?? What about times when the situation doesn’t allow you to be with the one
you love?? How do you watch the most important person in your life walk out of
it?? Or does the same love give you the strength to do it?? When you love
someone can you really watch that person love someone else? Watch him or her
belong to someone else?? Watch someone else get all the love and attention that
is actually yours?? Don’t you want to scream at every moment “Pick me, Choose
Me, Be Mine!!!”?? Why don’t all real love stories get a happy ending??
Or maybe
they do, it’s just that we fail to recognize that what we have is the true one,
that all the past ones are just that – Past. They happened to enrich your life
at those moments but they were not meant to be in your future, because your future
has something so much more amazing.. Maybe the Magic of all that is LOVE hasn’t
touched me as yet, and hopefully when it does I will know it and it will last
forever…
