Everybody knows an age-old story about a little match girl who died in the bitterly cold weather of Christmas, while the lesson lies in the fact that she died without the aegis of her father, who was supposed to bring her up with the most heartfelt fatherly feelings when her grandmother and mother left her world. She also died, witnessing how the society around her could be so cruel and unempathic, how they could be even colder than the ambience of the night she pegged out. The only thing that warmed her and her heart that night was the matches - her little company, to say how little things are better than big, yet void, creatures.
May I introduce to you another story. The story might not be age-old, yet equally resonating with thirst for love.
Give me love by her
Cause lately I've been waking up alone
Pain splattered teardrops on my shirt
Told you I'd let them go
How sad it could be when you are struck with the feeling of loneliness from the moment you rouse from bed. The daily grind starts flavorlessly, let alone how it leads to. The way we are jettisoned by other adds pain to ourselves. There can be physical torture, but I believe, that the heart takes more this time. Unrequited love inflicts upon us, rendering us shedding tears over our own souls. The thought of her dangles over our mind, but the thought that we will never reach where we are going just ruins everything.
And that I'll fight my corner
Maybe tonight I'll call you
After my blood turns into alcohol
Imagine a boxing ring where we are on the weaker side, and can put our own lives on the line if we persist in standing up, attempting to take over our leviathan opponent. Why do we have to do so, instead of just giving in to save our life? The audience shake their heads, discouraging us - even we know that we should do so for the sake of our own. Yet we want the title so bad.
This is owing to our own belief, that for the love we pursue, we shall jostle for it for every second of our life. We shall stand for what we believe is real, shall protect what we appreciate. We shall fight our tooth and nail. When the blood turns into alcohol, we are afraid of no one and nothing. We have the guts to do everything, and to say everything - "Drunk words are sober thoughts"
If in that boxing match, winning the title is our only target, the thing that will make us float on air, then the sheer hug can do the same in a relationship.
No I just wanna hold you
Give a little time to me
Or burn this out
Who would not love an ablaze love? We all do, but the truth it everything needs time to develop. It is not what it is if it is only half way through. When one side demands to put an end to this lackadaisical relationship, then the other side, commonly, begs them not to - that is how love works. People do not merely accept an end, a hiatus, especially to something they love. They want to try more before they, if do, burn this out.
We'll play hide and seek
To turn this around
One put it, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder". Both will have time to enjoy the single life, which will in part be spent on contemplating whether they should be together.
As clearly displayed, there is one side that craves for affection. He could be lacking the love from his family, or friendship, or other forms of love. Whatever it is, being lonely is certainly inimical to him. He somehow subconsciously falls into the pit of fear and fright, panicking to find a way out, and the only door at this stage is care from someone.
He has been running all around the maze. To nowhere.
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
The "he" here struggles hard to feel the love. It is an equivalent to the feeling of hunger, or shall I say, starvation. He has been deprived of food for an awful lot of time - now all he needs is something edible, even if it only appears to give you energy. His state at the time being works the same for the most part. He want others to give him love, so badly, that only a kiss, or anything that may be trifling to others but means the world to him, can recuperate him. Here nothing is magical, or astounding, but everything is beautiful.
Give me love like never before
Cause lately I've been craving more
And it's been a while but I still feel the same
Maybe I should let you go
People have stamina. When it runs out and people become enervated, they ask themselves should they continue to drain their stamina for a wild goose chase or let everything go. The "he" here is not an exception. He can fight his corner, he can play hide and seek , he can be like that "little match girl", left to his own devices in harsh conditions, but there is a limit to everything. At least, give him, give us something, if not love, so that we have the motives to endure. You do not have to be so mean and miserly a person.
Love is like bloodthirst. People go crazy for it. People do harm for it. People suffer pain for it. People go to great lengths to feel the love around.
There are my family, my friends, all my lovers. Why couldn't I feel the love?
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Short StoryA piece of unconventional English literature, inspired by songs that have accompanied me throughout the hardships of my life.
