All so real
Tangible
Reachable
Plausible...
Yanked away
Taken back
Discounted
And debunked
And I sigh
and wonder
Where logic
And love meet
..If ever
To Love and Lose
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire”. --Emily Bronte. "Wuthering Heights."
Unrequited love is like having dinner at your favorite restaurant but not touching your favorite dish. It's like going to Disneyland and standing just outside the gates, smelling the overpriced concession food and hearing cries of mirth. It's like Christmas morning when you open your presents, only to find that you didn't get your Easy Bake Oven..I wanted one of those so bad and never got one. I suppose this sparked my early obsession with the culinary arts...but I digress.
..It's the nearly reachable, nearly-within grasp feeling, followed by disappointment and the subsequent carb and drinking binges.
So then there was the last of my loves..and one that when I fell, I nearly got a concussion...so to speak. When I fell for him, I was knocked senseless.
So how do intelligent, independent women fall for this? How do we fall in love and why do we call it falling?
Falling
I believe we call it falling because there is something of an illusion and smoke-in-mirrors in the beginning. There is a bit of trickery behind a sly smile, a wink, a touch.
So why are we so beguiled by a wink and a smile?
I mean, I'm a pretty savvy gal, but I get weak in the knees like anyone else. So what sleight of hand steals our hearts? What cruel twist of fate makes it untouchable?
Perhaps it's the romanticization of relationships and that crazy propaganda that's been going on for centuries that tells us that it's gonna be mind-blowing, all-encompassing, pee-your-pants perfect. This goes for both sides of the coin. Since both men and women seek perfection, little will be satisfying for long. It's like eating a good meal. You're really into it until you're full.
..but that's not love; going meal to meal.
Perhaps love is like a smorgasbord you never get bored of...
Food for thought.
Reading: Depressing love story quotes
Listening to: Wilco
