And so, It Began.

I was talking to a friend last night about love… and no, we are not in love or involved in some way.  She’s like a sister to me. Anyways, we just happened to talk about it.  And what surprised me is what I said to her, and what’s ironic here is that I was the one having the problems. Not her, nope.  I said things that I seldom say but I know that I have the potential to say.  I said stuff like love is a cruel idea, in its own existence is a damned complexity.  Love is cruel for it takes the freedom of a man to call his world his own, love deprives a man of thinking solely about himself and himself only, love deprives a man of being occasionally self-fish.  And I do not know where it all came from.  I know that I have the potential to say those kinds of things but not about love…never.

 

If my memory serves me right though, I have thought about stuff with the same intensity as this “love” topic.  Life, friends, ethics, manners and even death... But not love. And what surprising with this one is that I have not yet even experienced “love”. Not yet.  Sure there were times when I thought I was in love (maybe it’s where I’m in right now!)  But overall, I still don’t think that I’m in a position to say to my friend those things... I feel so professional yet at the same time like an amateur… maybe I’m in the middle? Well, I think I just have to wait to fall in love to find out? Right?!