Dear Gisella {On Hold}

5| The importance of ice cream in a relationship

Dear Gisella

So, since I was jobless and have unlimited access to the internet, I was googling some random things and stumbled upon a webpage that showed all the ways great poets and authors had portrayed love, metaphorically.

Lets go through, like, 5 of them, yes? (Unless you have something better to do) (HA.)

1)"Love is no more than a compromise."

What did I compromise? Um... I don't know. Life? (okay, sorry was it too soon for a shit-I'm-dead joke?)

Jokes aside, it's true enough. Being in love is a compromise. A heavy one, which usually ends with a black eye and a hefty debt on your shoulders. And a compromise goes two ways, so what do you get in return? A momentary sense of joy. WOOHOO. (Not).

2)"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules."

Hell, yes. It never seems to follow any rules, does it? Rebellious bastard.

I don't just mean romantic love, though I guess that's the biggest and truest example, no. It also applies to plain old platonic love, like what I feel for you. And Roman. (YES, HE'S MY BABY OKAY OMIGOSH THE JUDGEMENT).

I mean, if it followed rules, I'd love honest, good people. Not selfish bozos like y'all.

Okay okay, you guys are my world. Well, what's left of it.

3)"Sometimes love's a loaded gun . . .

And it shoots to kill"

I don't even have the energy to analyze this. Bye.

4)"Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun ."

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? That escalated quickly. I mean, aren't perky elves supposed to be- I dunno- perky?

But yeah, if you ponder upon this deeply and stuff, I guess I see the point. Love's all fine and good when it starts. It's a galaxy of emotions, with stars and supernovas of joy, along with nebular explosions. DAMN. I wrote my own metaphor. Someone give me a cookie. Now.

5)"Love is a losing game"

Yes. It's a losing game. You lose the people you love, but you always love the people you lost.

You may have lost me, Gizzy.

But I know you love me. If you didn't, you wouldn't have read through this entire letter of bullcrap. I can almost hear you groan. "God, Jay. You got all the bloody metaphors wrong. That's not what it meant.."

Oh and "Yes, Jayden. You're amazing and wonderful and the best thing to ever happen to me."

Okay fine. I'll shut up.

Love

Jayden

He was right.

He did not get the metaphors right. Especially the last one.

Gods, Jay. By "love is a losing game", I was pretty sure the author or poet or whatever didn't mean whatever he thought it did. It meant that no one wins. It's impossible to win in the game of love. Everyone loses something, and gains even less. Its a Pyrrhic victory.

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It had been nearly a week since Roman had come home, and he hadn't brought up the topic of the shopping-fiasco that he had been so enthusiastic about up till then.