They call it, 'A Lot Like Love'

I am no expert to comment on love. But today morning while I was talking to a friend of mine who was still crazy about a guy whom she had been dating in the past and who left her to marry a certain girl from his community made me to re-think on this topic.

*

Every night she used to lie on her bed, tossing and turning, having her usual uneasy sleep. Since he had left her 8 months back, this is what sleep had become to her- hanging somewhere in-between, in an uncomfortable state of trance. She didn’t complain. But almost every night the same film played in her mind. It would be very real every single time. She missed his rough palms that caressed her soft cheeks, his rock solid arms that lifted her out of play, even his body smell when he had last hugged her. She needed him to hold her but the very thought of him having left her life caused the tears roll down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and her face crimped as she silently cried harder; she uttered her most desperate wish, “Please come back”

*

I’ve often seen love quite messy, unpredictable an extremely painful. I could feel my friends sorrow.

Sometimes when you sit and reminiscence, there is a slight sliver of the almost forgotten tingle that passes your body.

Why the hell is that there?

No matter how brief or short-lived the romance was, you seem totally hooked on them.

As Carrie Bradshaw said, “Some love stories are not epic novels, some are short stories, but that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.”

*

There is a point of time when you think that you love someone to the core, with all your heart and soul, but that someone resolutely refuses to fall in love with you. It’s not like in the cute romantic movies where a guy realizes what a dumb ass he’s been all the while and comes back running to you.

In actual life, sadly there is no boom, no audience applause, no heart throbbing moment before you kiss in love and be happily united forever. But the feeling. . .Well, they get the feeling spot on right in the novels and movies.

Yes it is very natural that you feel weak in the knees, u feel giddy, your heart skips a beat hearing their voice. And when the other person doesn’t reciprocate, you lock yourself in your room all day long, staring into the space, tortured by agonizing spasms of loss and tearing grief at the way things ended.

*

For me, Love is like a good weather. Because, fall, wind, snow, rain are just another kind of good weather. Aren’t they? And all of them subside one way or the other. In life, there are big exciting romantic moments which make life worth living. But here is the problem. Moments pass away, and lurking around the corner for those moments is the cruel hearted unshaven truth named “REALITY”

*

Kate Winslet’s words in the movie ‘The Holiday’,

“I understand feeling as small and insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have been misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy? And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he will see the light and show up at your door. And after all that....however long 'all that' maybe, you will go somewhere new. And you will meet people who will make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those months and years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

*

The scar will always be there, but if you see it closely, it’s getting lighter and lighter every day, until just a dash remains and it doesn't hurt you anymore. It’s just there. . .