Love Is Love

Because it’s Valentine's Day, I’m reposting this entry from my old blog. It was written 15 years ago by an idealistic girl who spent a lot of time with her thoughts and saw everything through lenses fitted with dramatic filters. Happy Hearts’ Day, my dear readers!

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“I Love You”

To say that I have never faltered in my belief that someday I'm going to marry you is essentially not true. One day I listened to you describing with gusto (coupled with exaggerated gestures and your widest smile) this date you had with this brown-eyed girl who floats rather than walks, I felt blood squeezed out from my cardiac ventricles. And that other time when you somberly told me how you've lost any desire to sleep, eat or to even go on living because that same brown-eyed girl dumped you for a man who sings like Josh Groban, I almost let out an involuntary, "GOOD!" but managed to say, "Oh!” instead.

No, I was not always sure that you were the one. But, more often than not, I would remember you with a fondness I couldn't explain. And those moments make me want to believe what I've always thought was true. I love you.

Whether you love me is not the question that begs to be asked. In fact, there is no question. For love shouldn't have questions, only answers. And my heart does not doubt the facts that it knows. Sometimes it gets hurt. It gets fractured with the slightest blow. But whether whole, bruised, or broken, it loves with a passion not easily outrun by jealousy, pride or insecurity. It knows what it knows regardless of where that knowledge takes it.

Yes, I would rather say my "I Do's" to you. But "and they live happily ever after" is as fickle as "once upon a time". Only one thing is certain, one thing constant... I love you.

Disclaimer:  The characters implied here are completely fictional. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

"I feel your whisper across the sea"