Building Love

Love should be built from memories that aren’t digital.

When you do something that you love, you don’t hesitate and you pour it all in. This is when your passion comes out and sometimes, it is misused in the wrong situation or person. Pure love is without doubt and unconditional. Compassion shouldn’t be scripted. However, we misuse these important traits that could’ve been invested into something better or the best result. But as my boss said today, life is unfair and we have to take risks. We have to try something to see if it works for us and if it doesn’t, learn from it and be better in achieving what you desire to achieve. But is the term misused really appropriate? Wrong investment? Bad risk taken? Wrong approach?

At an age where romance doesn’t seem to come often knocking at your door and ask you how you’ve been and if you’re available for dinner next Saturday, but instead poking you on Facebook, is romance dead? People start to mistaken short-lived infatuation with love over long conversations over texting and liking of each other’s posts online when it should be personal telling the other person how amazing their eyes are when he or she laughs.

Love should start at first hellos. Love should start from asking how his/her day was and if he or she would like to have some coffee some time. Love should be the first time you felt that kick of excitement when he or she skipped team lunch at work just so that you wouldn’t be alone eating light lunch at the mall. Love should start from the joy in that first sight of him or her after months of not talking to each other even if you live in the same city.

Love should start sweet long conversations over coffee and bread at Studio 21. Love should start when he chose to be with you on your birthday and listen to your cynical comments about heartaches and men. Love started when he let you lean over his shoulder and hold his arm while waiting in the taxi line because it’s cold. Love started when he greeted you first on the eve of your birthday and asked if you’re doing anything later the next day. Love started when he started to buy you chocolate even if you didn’t request it. Love started when he rushed to take a bath and pick you up from an exam to listen again to your cynical comments about relationships and disgust with men. Love started when he invited to treat you for late lunch from his poker winnings. Love started when he shared his food with you on your birthday because you were too shy to say yes for his treat. Love started when responds to your emotional outbursts in group messages but you never replied. Love started when he returned to that restaurant near the university after dropping the girl he was dating at the time just to catch up with you and you weren’t there anymore.  Love started when he insisted to drop you in front of your boarding house on your birthday because it’s not safe to ride alone in a taxi and it’s in the same way as his trip home. Love started when he left a family gathering early to grab some beer and pizza just to listen to your pessimistic and heartbreaking thoughts again about relationships and men. Love started when he asked if you could stay longer to watch the beautiful sky after sunset because your mother asks you to go home early before 7pm. Love started when he dropped you at the bus station and asked for a couple more minutes to spend time together before leaving town even if he knows that he will see you after three days.

Love started when both of you were too afraid to say the word itself because of how it might end and the foundation that was built would be shattered sooner or later. Love started when she took the risk and enjoyed the best ride of her life. But like any other ride, it had to end right?




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