There are many types of love but there is this one kind which warrants this search. That person could be a doctor or a fisherman; occupations hardly play a part. Neither does a sordid past or an introvert-extrovert difference. His mere presence is like a lingering scent, a drug that infuses your body and keeps your organs smiling.
But this happens not when you meet someone great, but when you meet the one who transforms you into your personal best. The interaction is surreal. You now have all the right things to say and the right words to express them with; your timing is immaculate. You possess social skills you have never learnt but can now wield with impeccable dexterity, even with everybody else. All of a sudden you’re charming, and funny, and spontaneous; and feel contentment you never knew you were capable of. You love yourself more adequately than ever and could never remember why you were once petty enough to succumb to selfish emotions like stinginess or jealousy.
For those who don’t know or believe in this love, or perhaps too impatient, they might be convinced take the vows with the best person they can find to date. I’m not sure how to comment on that. With all due respect, it is a conventional behaviour that makes it easier for one to function in the social context. But it also seems a pity and rather unfair especially when the sparks finally hit them and the marriage becomes a downward spiral of deceit and disappointment.
Funnily, x xx xxx hoping for something xxxx xxxx. Wonderful and magical xxx xx xxxxx xx xx xxx xxx xx in the movie and in real life; X xxxxx xxxxxx xx meet that someone great – xxxxxx, xxxxxx, xxxxxxxx – who will make xx xxxxxxx xxxx x xxxx xxxxx.
Weddings are beautiful and this picture is taken at a wedding gig I did some months ago. Not sure about this marriage but it is rare that the Lover becomes the Spouse. Where one promises till-death-do-us-part, the other’s tomb reads it-is-as-good-as-it-lasts. Which is which?
