True Love?
"Men are experimental creatures. If they know that you like them, they will probably give it a chance just to see if they will eventually fall for you. And while they may convince themselves for a time that they are actually into the relationship with you, when the novelty of it wears out, that's when the verdict is dropped. That is, whether they will stay because they love you or whether they leave because they don't."
Is this true? Are men really that easy to be enticed by the possibility of novelty that they becoming willing participants in this experiment? And when the novelty wears off, is there only one thing that we women can hope for? That maybe the men had miraculously fallen deeply in love with us and couldn't live without us?
What about the men who sticks around, but still doesn't seem to love you back? Or are they still around simply because we kept going back to them?
A friend told me that the latter is true and that the women have to make up their minds and leave these men who don't love them back. But it is never easy. It is like a never-ending chain of resolve today, broken tomorrow.
Sometimes I think that maybe there is no such thing as true love. It is just a concept which people, who are able to live with each other amiably enough and find themselves a relatively compatible fuck, coin up so as to show off to the rest of the world that they will not die alone.
Sounds dreary, doesn't it?
And I really wish that I believe that. Every time I try to tell myself that there is NO SUCH THING as true love. I am somehow reminded of how it really does exist. It is almost like these evidences of true love is specifically planted out there, like a surprise specially planned to pop up whenever I start to doubt or lose my faith of its existence.
And maybe the reason is that the nature of true love is as such too. You cannot choose who, what, when, where or why. It just happens and it just hits you when you least expects it. Just like a very specifically planned surprise just for you and you alone.
But what if it turns out to be some kind of experiment for the guy after all? What if it is just some kind of staged research project for the men to find out if we could be the one true love for them?
Honestly, I have no idea. But I guess sometimes we just have to take some risks, go with the flow and see where it goes. Not all surprises are good. But nothing can stay bad forever.
The good thing is, while men, as the simplistic creatures that they are, are associates with sense and practicality, we women can simply go with the expectations of our very fundamental romanticised nature. Which means there is no need for rhyme or reason, and also no need for specifics.
Anything can happen, and it can happen anytime. All we have to do is to hope and anticipate. It may not make much sense but at the very least, at this current moment, we can be happy just thinking of what the future may bring.
Is this true? Are men really that easy to be enticed by the possibility of novelty that they becoming willing participants in this experiment? And when the novelty wears off, is there only one thing that we women can hope for? That maybe the men had miraculously fallen deeply in love with us and couldn't live without us?
What about the men who sticks around, but still doesn't seem to love you back? Or are they still around simply because we kept going back to them?
A friend told me that the latter is true and that the women have to make up their minds and leave these men who don't love them back. But it is never easy. It is like a never-ending chain of resolve today, broken tomorrow.
Sometimes I think that maybe there is no such thing as true love. It is just a concept which people, who are able to live with each other amiably enough and find themselves a relatively compatible fuck, coin up so as to show off to the rest of the world that they will not die alone.
Sounds dreary, doesn't it?
And I really wish that I believe that. Every time I try to tell myself that there is NO SUCH THING as true love. I am somehow reminded of how it really does exist. It is almost like these evidences of true love is specifically planted out there, like a surprise specially planned to pop up whenever I start to doubt or lose my faith of its existence.
And maybe the reason is that the nature of true love is as such too. You cannot choose who, what, when, where or why. It just happens and it just hits you when you least expects it. Just like a very specifically planned surprise just for you and you alone.
But what if it turns out to be some kind of experiment for the guy after all? What if it is just some kind of staged research project for the men to find out if we could be the one true love for them?
Honestly, I have no idea. But I guess sometimes we just have to take some risks, go with the flow and see where it goes. Not all surprises are good. But nothing can stay bad forever.
The good thing is, while men, as the simplistic creatures that they are, are associates with sense and practicality, we women can simply go with the expectations of our very fundamental romanticised nature. Which means there is no need for rhyme or reason, and also no need for specifics.
Anything can happen, and it can happen anytime. All we have to do is to hope and anticipate. It may not make much sense but at the very least, at this current moment, we can be happy just thinking of what the future may bring.
posted by Keiia at 12:20 AM
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