I've read so many versions of Romeo and Juliet, watched the movie a thousand times. I've watched girls and boys fantasize over the lovers as if it's something to be sensationalized. Then I realized I was the only one questioning a love as tragic as theirs.
I use to ask myself: Why does love come so hard? Why does it always have to be a figment of your imagination and not something you can hear with your ears, touch and feel with your hands, and see with your eyes?...
Growing up, I was only shown that version of Love through my father. He loved my mother more than she did, him. It was heard, felt, seen by everyone, except for her.
She was unreachable to him. A character straight out of a fairy tale that he always had the pleasure of waking up to. But never touch--at least, not emotionally. He was abundant in hope, and a devoted dreamer. It's why he didn't put up a fight when he found out she was cheating on him with a colleague. It's why he still waited up for her every night wishing she'd come to her senses and come home early; to meet him on that couch...
The difference between old school and new school romance is that back then people didn't choose to be star-crossed. Not in the way our ancestors were, living plantations away. Nowadays, men and women have the opportunity to meet and date thousands of partners, and when they finally meet The One, they choose not to be with them.
Why does it feel so easy? Why is he or she so nice to me? Why does my heart crave 'vanilla sex' with them, when my mind desires to be spanked and wiped and degraded?
We don't have to fight for love anymore. It comes and when you choose to turn your back on it, it still loves you, protects you, confides in you, but from afar.
Forbidden fruit, you the resistance, become. And love the eternal light reaches its arm towards you, fully knowing that you've forgotten your ability to bend and extend.
Our temples have been invaded by false truths professor. It's easy to acknowledge that. But the hardest part is unlearning those truths to accept Love's embrace. For the betterment of ourselves and the people around us.
The act of love is the act of abandoning fear. And if there's one thing I've learned. We love our chains.
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Romance"A part of me has always wanted to be punished, to experience pain at its highest degree, and to be ripped apart in every way possible for surviving the crash. But I was stupid for not knowing the extent of that wish; for not knowing that pain isn't...
