Blogsong (song I'm listening to while writing this post):
Tamia - Officially missing you.


I don't understand love.

They say love makes the world go round (the same thing was said of bread).

Love, they say, is a feeling. An emotion.


Is it any surprising then that it has to die?

Love dies... the same way emotions and feelings do.
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly. Rather, they just roll over and die.

So why are people together?

A less heartsy response would probably be commitment and responsibility.
So why do we commit? Because we love the person?
Is that what really it's all about then?

Isn't that just the same as saying we use love to make someone commit themselves unto us? I don't know and I don't understand. What happens when it dies?

Is that why we call it commitment?
At least, if and when love dies you still have commitment to fall back on to.
Perhaps it's less disheartening that way and perhaps it makes you feel more secure.

But in the end it brings us back to square one - what is love?

And why do we sacrifice so much of our sanity by trying to understand a different someone who may or may not love you back? And of course, to someone who won't love you back?



An officemate recently regaled us with her tales of woe - of how her husband has left the house for one month so that he could be with his new love. The children are asking about the father, and she doesn't know what to do. The guy even had the nerve to introduce his new love as "aunty" to his children.

The girl calls her "daddy's new girlfriend". I doubt she really know what it means. The new girlfriend is about the same age as his eldest daughter. For the past one month, the officemate has been supporting the family by herself - her hubby doesn't want to do anything.

She asked for a divorce if he really wants the new girl so badly but he refuses.
Perhaps he realizes how expensive divorces really are?

These kind of things, they make me wonder.
Those who do this, they say the passion has died.
People say you need to inject some spice back into life.
But who's to say what's really going on?

Why do I still cry for you?

Love is supposed to keep people together..
If so, then why must the ones we truly love also be the ones to truly hurt us?

It's not that we're not ready. We all are prepared (to some extent).
We know how fickle human minds are.


So why?

Should you fight for a new flame, or fight to keep a dying one burning?