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Few days ago, my sister told me there's no concept of "love" in my generation and I couldn't help but agree. There's so many many many many factors affecting a relationship. To text or to not text. To call or to not call. Would double texting look desperate? Are they breadcruming me or is that what an adult relationship is? Are they this? Can I that?How did love get so difficult?
Love has challenges, sure; but should it be difficult just to love?! What happened to letters? And saying the magic words? Or unconsciously drowning in their eyes? Or not being able to speak because of how smitten you are? To being very aware of how close your hands are to their's while walking? To electricity running throughout your body with their slightest touch? What happened to loving someone with every fibre of your being? Not being conscious of your romantic gestures? Being dedicated to give it your all? To let love consume you? When did we start getting scared of that?
What is so scary about it? When did all these hesitations become a trend? How is this normalized? Is this what love is now? A strategic, calculated, periodically analysed process? How did love get that degraded? And did we just let it? We let ourselves inherit such a broken, impure version of something so beautiful and majestic. Something so powerful that it could build you and something so nurturing that it heals you. How could we just let it go? Where is that old love? Where is it lost?
I guess what I'm really mad about is, how I'm scared of love now. You see I've always loved the idea of love. The one we read in books; the scriptures. The one we always heard great stories about. The ones that our gods had. All my life, I've tried to find it. But where do I go with such pure intentions? I'm not scared of the bad times and people taking advantage of me and putting me through worst. I'm scared of what they realise when I stick by them and help them through it all. They realise how genuine my efforts are. They realise how my motives weren't ulterior. And they realise how my actions come from a place of genuine care and kindness. It scares them. It makes them look at me like I'm a piece of white cloth and they're a bottle of black ink. And they keep away. This is not the reciprocation I want. I'm tired of being the first pure hearted person people come across. I'm tired of being the representative. I want them to get over the fear and come through for me. I want to be someone's beloved.
But how? How can I take someone to be my beloved when they are infact the black ink? When their understanding of love is so different from mine. When they don't even know of the world I live in. When they call me delusional but they're the ones with hand-me-downs of emotional damage and pain and grief. How will I ever make them understand? Is it even possible to? And what if I change in the process? I'm a human too and working with shards of glass can cut your fingers too. What if it hampers my idea of love? What if it makes me conscious too? What if it forces me to overthink? What if it makes me scared of love too?
So many what ifs and I have only myself to answer them. I have only myself to pacify myself. I have only myself to convince me to forgive people and to not hold a grudge. I have only myself to motivate my actions to be pure and genuine still. I have only myself to revive my belief in love again. That is why I keep to myself.
It's not that I don't seek someone by my side anymore. It's not that I don't long for a place of my heart anymore. I do. I want someone to come in my life and sweep me off my feet. To be a beautiful addition to my world. To accompany me in my school of beliefs. I just have one request to make, if you are to be in love with me, let it be the old love.
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