A Story About Love?


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Disclaimer: I wrote this on 6th November 2015. I just found it cleaning the clutter in laptop while looking for important files as you do. I read it and I liked it. So I thought I’ll share it. Here goes…


There is a story about love that needs to be shared. Here I am thinking about it and it’s twisting me up inside. Love is a calamity and I’m in the aftermath of its wake.

I woke up one day and BAM! I realised I was in love with you. I had known you a while. We had been going out, but love? I hadn’t reached that stage yet. Honestly, I have no clue what love is. I have yet to experience that love or maybe I have and my brain is blocking all the memories of it. Can’t be sure. I don’t feel much as of now.

Love is like a terminal illness. It ends with you dying inside. The apathy that follows is what I would classify as PTSD!  Yes! That’s right, I said it! PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder! The problem is the high of Love. It’s nothing like any drug you’ve ever taken. It’s being high all the time. Smiling all the time like an idiot. Singing songs about love and happiness, annoying other people to the core. True it is!! Annoying, totally! I know that now coz I see other people do it all the time. The problem begins when the high is lost. It’s like you’re about to leave the Earth’s atmosphere and all of a sudden you’re aware of the gravity pulling you down and you fall! It’s like a free fall may be. You hit the ground with a loud splat and go right through the surface to a place called Rock Bottom! Yup, it’s a legit place where you lose it all and fall apart! It is THE place for lost heartbroken souls.

I digress.  I was going to tell you a story but to be honest, I don’t feel like it now. It’s the same old story of unrequited love leading to heartbreak. There’s nothing special or new about it. Except may be that I can feel the pain. Like everything else in life, I will deal with this and get over it as well. That’s what life is about. Experiencing, learning or not learning, and moving on. Like everyone else says, the important thing is to move on. Yup, I am trying. Getting there.