That's just it. We fall in love. Get into this mesmerizing fantasy, that we are filled with flowers and butterflies, floating in joy and falling on spongy excitement. Illusions created that there would never be anymore prettier or dashing woman or man, respectively, that could ever come close to the other. There was never a thought coming cross anyone's mind, that maybe, just maybe, there's someone better. What if that was just yesterday? What if 3 months of joy, suddenly just turns into comfort? What if looking at the other, you feel NOTHING?
That's when Love's twin kicks in, and he's here to stay. Pain's his name, hurting being his game. When love is gone, that empty void left will immediately be filled by pain. Have you ever felt it? That one moment where you have no more love, you feel emptiness. Soon after, you feel this ache, and then a constant pain down your throat. Then you feel this impinging pain on your chest, like it's the end of the world. And then comes two different paths. The death; where you decide to no more endure this lifelong pain, and just end it a second's hurt. But then, there's always path number two; the bounce.
The bounce; happens when you fall down hard, really hard, until it hurts your whole body in and out, forcing you to push yourself back up and fight. The empty void left, will remain empty, no longer filled with pain. But at a price, of you pushing that one person out of your void completely!
I know many of you will agree completely, some partially, and a minor few will never. But can I ask you who the bad "guy" really is? Is it love or is it pain? Some may think this is a question of "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?". Don't look at it that way, as love exists as love and pain will exist as pain, not counting which came first. The co-exist with each other no matter how you look at life. There would be no love without pain, and no pain without love as well. No guy is gonna wake up bored with his girl, if there wasn't an argument during dinner last night. No girl is gonna trip on the guy of her dreams, if she didn't first walk out drunk from the guy who left her.
I prefer being in pain than being in love. The colorful butterflies and beautiful flowers; yea, they're worthwhile, but for how long? Till another just dumps cow dung all over it, or till you get sick and tired of painting the same picture day in day out? I feel Pain's the good guy, and Love made Pain the way he is right now. Pain didn't choose to be hated, but because he co-existed with Love, he had no choice. In order to create balance, he had to take the troubled path, and chose to be the way he is.
I am no big fan of Love herself, when all she ever did for me, was rip me apart and tore me to pieces. I'm sorta glad that happened, cause then came Pain. He was there all the while, and he made me realize something. As he remained, there was no reason for me to find Love. He taught me a lesson, to never see him again was what he preached. It was a simple equation actually. You fall in love, you get dumped. Endure pain, and think if you wanna feel it again. Staying away from love would be the best option by far.
But hey, what are we again?
We're humans; dumb, stupid, attention-seeking, emotionally unstable, heart-broken animals. We can't help staying away from being in love, no matter what. It's just how our blueprints were designed. Look's like we inherited too much from Eve when she was told that forbidden fruits were actually FORBIDDEN. We don't get to see ourselves make mistakes, as the "forbidden fruit" tastes so good, even if it only lasted for mere moments.
It all comes down to the nature of our being, how we came to be. After all, what are we but only human.
-tHe uGLy rEtArD-
