The truth about love is that it involves emotions…emotions brought about by our hypothalamus just like how the entire concept of love is. Yes, the brain has the greatest part to play in this topic and its that powerful that it enables anyone to do the most outrageous and sometimes the most deadly.
Many have been a victim of love’s violence, many has endured the catastrophe it has brought, and many has cherished and celebrated its joys and wonders. Its all in the person and how he or she controls his or her brain. Some people find love to be addictive that they never ran out of hope and they keep on repeating the cycle of its beginning up to its ending. Some finds a threshold that they opt to let go and live independently may it have a feeling of regret or victory. Yes, its not true for everyone but there are common grounds shared.
Love is delicate as it is abstract but understanding it just needs an open and objective mind. As I have mentioned in the previous chapter, I am not an expert but I know what I see, hear, and feel. I know what happened and what I did. You might not agree with all the things I say, but I know you will agree that these happens.
Love has brought me happiness. For every time love begins, its the sweetest and most certainly interesting that it removes the boring part of life or that of the world. Every single beginning has that effect that makes your heart beat fast, your check warm and red, and your body feels excited. Your brain starts focusing on a new concept of life that makes you ignore most of the world’s concern instead focus on yourself and the one that is currently happening. Some might say that your world starts revolving on this new concept or as others would point out- that person. There is truth in that for it has affected your previous set of actions and focus.
I guess you already know by now that I met love when I was in high school as I more frequently later on. And our closeness came with friendship that for sometime was a good one, until pride and self preservation turned everything upside down. It turned sour that the concept of friendship later one was replaced with hatred. Hatred became patient… patiently plotting. Added the fact of immaturity, well you get the idea of how messy it is.
I came to college with a heavy heart and a challenge of a new beginning. That new beginning came with a motive to prove to that person and everyone else involved that I am great. Yes, by now I am laughing at those things and found what I did was silly but it happened and its a part of my life that help me realize the things that matter and those that doesn’t.
Pain is a product of our nonacceptance and regret, of our inability to realize our limits and failure to balance expectations and reality. This pain becomes a catalyst that sometimes cloud our rationality and enables us to do things we might regret in the future. We sometimes forget the moments in our life that made us feel happy and important.
Yes, just like most, I fell victim to this. I failed to remember that it was because of love that made me laugh the hardest, smile the greatest, and live the fullest. I remember those moments you are beside that person and the warmth given is enough to make a day meaningful even though you are not moving, talking, or looking at each other. It felt peaceful, looking at the same direction with a glance that seems to plan a bright and ideal future. You head resting on a shoulder and your feet touching.
Sometimes it make no sense but it does. Every little thing does. That walk along the beach under the moonlight with the cool breeze circling around you both. Those jokes that made you throw crumpled papers while chasing each other around the room which eventually ended to a sort of accidental hug that you both intend. Yup, those moments.
But circumstances come that ends a once thought perfect connection. Does it end there? The answer is an obvious no. A better question is what happened next? That is what you should read in the next chapter.