Disclaimer: This is written from the viewpoint of a 20 year old female who never experienced "romantic" love until the time of writing this post.
And yes, I have never fallen in love, infatuated, maybe.
I see love stories around me everyday.
I hear about them. I dream about them. I smile and my heart flutters because of them. But I always wonder how love stories are made. People said to be patient about love, always telling the loveless like myself that God's currently busy sewing the pieces of a perfect love story of him and me, my other half and the awkwardness can go on, my soul mate.
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And every time I hear love songs, I wonder who wrote them. I mentally travel to the time when those feelings were felt and melodies danced around them. I wonder about their story. I wonder if their hearts also fluttered because of the love songs that played on the radio. And I wonder how painful their heartbreaks were.
And every time I hear love songs, I wonder who wrote them. I mentally travel to the time when those feelings were felt and melodies danced around them. I wonder about their story. I wonder if their hearts also fluttered because of the love songs that played on the radio. And I wonder how painful their heartbreaks were.
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I wonder how people realized that they have finally fallen to that jerk, to that boy band wannabee or to that best friend. I wonder how they were able to master the courage of saying those three words that only my mama and papa (and a few friends) mastered to tell me. And I wonder how they can let go of themselves for a total stranger and make him a part of her everything.
I wonder how people realized that they have finally fallen to that jerk, to that boy band wannabee or to that best friend. I wonder how they were able to master the courage of saying those three words that only my mama and papa (and a few friends) mastered to tell me. And I wonder how they can let go of themselves for a total stranger and make him a part of her everything.
And every time I see two grey heads walking side by side, I wonder how they can still hold each others hands like those teenyboppers in the movies. It seems that the most coveted spark stayed with them even after half a century of being together.
I know all love stories are like fingerprints, nothing is similar to your own. Though I've never held hands with a male romantically, I always feel genuinely happy to see and hear wonderful stories of love. How about you? Tell me your own Titanic.
