An Affair With Love

Sometimes I misunderstand my whole purpose of blogging, which is certainly not to update anyone on my progress in life but to attempt at inspiring some mere mortal on topics such as life, love, grieving and work among others, which are the typical things that we experience during every living and breathing day that we walk on this rock. Sometimes during that period before I begin to furiously type away at the keyboard, my mind automatically switches to checklist mode which tells me I have to blog about every lame or eventful thing that happened since my last post. So yes, it takes me some effort to kick myself where it hurts the most to remind me not to make my posts so long and personal. So here I go.

Don’t you just hate and love love to the point where it seems as though you are having a twisted romance novel relationship with love itself? I have been in one solid relationship during my 22 years of existence and I can certainly say the whole process of giving and receiving love has exhausted me beyond compare. Don’t get me wrong here, but I could definitely take a day or two away from the drama that is love to rejuvenate and grow. But frankly the whole concept of breaking up, being so heartbroken that you just don’t have the effort to even walk, and then going through the entirety of the process of meeting someone for the first time and suffering that rather stupid phase of feeling tingly and mushy inside is just ridiculous for me at this point in time! It took such a large amount of energy and mental effort out of me to actually go through that strange process that must have exhausted some very good brain cells very pathetically! When I really think about it, I cannot imagine going through the whole ritual with another person than my man, frankly. I think, the thought of exhaustion itself it bound to keep people together! But if i were to be darn right honest, we as humans have so much love within us that we are meant to dispense to the world that being single for the entirety or majority of our lives would also be a very stupid, cowardly thing to do! Plus being loved is such a beautiful feeling when it’s all good. It makes you feel like you are wanted and needed. It makes you shiver knowing that you are as important as the air he breathes to him for his mere survival (and there goes another shiver down my spine).

So, I am guessing I’m pretty much settled for the future because although the exhaustion is ever present, it is also very inevitable and I intend to spend the rest of my living, breathing days on this rock with my man. It would be a pity to let all this love within me go to waste!

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