it’s kind of sad if you don’t know the meaning…

He gave her a sharp look of judging and patronizing eyes
"How come love is such an easy thing to you?"
He did not give her time to answer "I mean, you can just blurt it out, do you? I am not talking about love to your parents, to your friends.not that. you know, LOVE!! Still, it’s amazing how easy for you to say it! to move on to the next one! or even to love two people at the same time! or even five, maybe! I am not like you. For me, there is only one kind of love!"

She put on her coat.

"where are you going? answer me! usually, you love talking" he tried to stop her by adding another insult.

She cursed silently but made sure she slammed the door hard enough.

She walked home, not crying, not angry,
but smiling
because his words only made her remember her kinds of love.

She had experienced a love that started from pure naivety of 14 year old couples, which turned into a neurotic relationship, a love that was an escape, a love that riped their body and trashed their naivety away, a painful hateful breakup, a love where it was not too late even when the "thank you" and "sorry" words only emerged 5 years after.

She had fallen for a love that started from a betrayal, a love that was so cool, so calm, love that was doubted by everyone else but by the two persons involved. A love with a deep breath to let go, to spread their wings and seek more than a highschool love.

She was blessed with a love that started from a friendship. A love full of compassion and support, and flooded with safe feelings under her partner’s armpit.  That love was sprinkled with infidelities, forgiveness and bitter lessons. A love where they fight like tigers and then make up like rabbits. Where it felt unbreakable and they were a team.

She had also tried a love which started from cultural curiosity, jammed with differences, yet excelled their maturity. Where the man always hold the doors and they would learn each other’s languages and dance waltzes under the snow.

One too many times she experienced a love that started from lust, full fatal attraction, which turned into a fulltime job to turn it into something more meaningful. A fun love. A show of titanic and love boat at the same time. A love with no definite start and end.

She bravely started love from desperation, a love just to get through the winter. It was a love masked with fears of the future and regrets of the past. Sometimes tortured by the feelings of being used, sometimes brought to heaven by bedtime stories of childhood and dreams. A love that they strongly held on while knowing certainly there would be no future.

She sent him a text message
"You are right. There are too many kinds of love for me to explain to you. But don’t you dare saying that it is easy for me. I am so sorry for you that you only know one kind of love. Call me when you are ready for me to show you the other many kinds of love i know"

He called back 5 minutes later.

~ by dhanio on January 9, 2008.