A feeling I didn’t think important.
An ingredient I didn’t think necessary.
A guest I considered uninvited.
All the novels I read, all the poems I hummed, all the songs I heard, they talked about the same thing.
They said love is important, necessary, invited. But weren’t they all written by people in love?
People who had experienced it. Experienced the worry, the hurry, the confusion, the confession, the unease and yet the peace when in it.
It was these people who said it was important.
But I didn’t think so.
For me, it was all a fairytale. All in the books, all in the lyrics.
One did not need it.
I did not need it.
I was doing fine without it.
I would do fine without it.
Love must have minded.
You see love and life are buddies.
They don’t like when one is ignored.
They team up.
They teach the other person you are wrong.
Sometimes they do that by giving a person love.
And sometimes, they give you what you want.
They give you a loveless relationship.
They give you what you want.
They put you in a position to decide.
They give you the ball and they give you the court.
They give you the recipe and take away unnecessary ingredients from the table.
They give you the party invites but remove the ones for uninvited guests.
They tell you to love the way you want, how you want. Or rather, not love.
But it is then you realize that what you want is fun, what you like is the unexpected, you find out you like surprises, you like the new taste, the drama of uninvited guests. The masala of life.
While it is true that falling in love teaches you of its value, it is also true that being in a loveless relationship, you learn its value with the same, if not more, intensity.
It was then I realized. I am exactly like those fools.
OR maybe I am a bigger fool because at least those fools fight for it having experienced its euphoria.
I love it without even having a taste of it.