To be in love must be like to be in a frequent state of high, when it get's to a stage when love takes shapes of rights, control and possessiveness, it's like black tea after a mug of beer. The waits behind the stage during annual day celebrations, money saved to buy roses, cards and the indispensable dairy milk, treasured moments when eyes meet during an afternoon boring / snoring history lecture, that was love. I realize, it does not happen everyday, slowly kicking into the pace of mid twenties, among the frustrations of work, pressures of personal life, love has dried out, to such an extend that a Google search of the heart ( Including all files and folders) would bring no results :).
Love has to be a priority, otherwise it's crap, as I have read somewhere if you are driving a car and kissing a girl and if you do not meet with an accident,then the kiss never got the attention it deserved!!!!!. Being in love needs one to have the counterpart as a priority, stocks that tanked, cost cutting @ work, colleague who got promoted, friend who bought a corolla, must not cook up your brain. Remember those college days, the days when the colllege bus stop would have had your sweat marks left on the pillars, your watch giving you a tip on how patience could help, that's the kind of time and free will that one needs to be in love, to be in love in a very grass root level would to be in a frequent state of attraction, in wait state without any complaints, in a state where ego and envy is under played for the feel and presence of her. Love was tough but beautiful, inland letters and public telephone spiced it up, internet cafe's with closed doors and college grounds with banyan trees, played stage for the drama, would I ever get back there.
Life goes on, certain people don't, they get stuck at times when it get's to these age old emotions, born with us. Want to be in love once again, in a state of high, not the love in action, the pleasure of which is wiped out along with the semen stains on the bed sheets, but the love in emotion, which makes you cry, pinches your heart, keeps you waiting with a smile. I hope she reads this !!!!!
