fact: what it all boils down to

unsurpringly, we have created, or at least fall into love stories to assimilate the ones we see in the movies, or read about in books, magazines, or watch on television. for me, love has always been a dynamic force that i cultured and grew until it reached a certain size, and from then on, became just a matter of keeping it alive - like a love-shaped-bonsai plant in need of watering on maybe, a weekly basis. and every now then, the routine trimming, shaping and removing the dead parts. for me, 'love' has also always been a synonym for intangibles like tenderness, assurance, security, comfort and, not to mention: bursts of happy friendly endorphines in receptors! 'love' for me is translated on some days into smiles and laughs that made my sides ache so bad. but as usual, this whole... dynamic that has us all chasing for, can be quite the complications galore! for me, for example: i could be madly in love with him while i cross the road to reach him on the other side of the road. and yet, by the time i reach the middle, i could be feeling trapped and wretched at having committed myself to a something; longing desperately to vanish! adopt a new identity! to be lost and never found! and to set off once more in search of a brand new adventure! so then, i would surmise that i don't love him anymore. and even when i am walking in the sun, with him by me, and love has returned with the same intensity as before, i might still doubt it all and tell myself: "i must have just gotten used to having him around". and this is how it goes. this human story of never having enough.