I once thought that guys who could give up everything just to be with the woman they love were total idiots. Now I know how it feels like. When you've found the one you truly love, everything else loses its importance and value. You get so crazy over this person you lose control of your emotions. You argue with your parents over her. You fight with your friends over her. You just feel a need to protect her no matter what. Everyday, you just want to be by this special person's side, holding her hand, feeling the warmth of her body as you hug her, the tenderness of her lips as you kiss her, the rythm of two hearts beating as one. Heaven and Earth will fade, Time will stand still. Only you and her will remain. Nothing else matters at this special point of time. The world only consists of you and her and as you look into her eyes, you really want this moment to last forever.
Whenever you're not with this person, it feels like a torture. Seconds, hours, so many days. Every moment seems to last forever whenever you don't hear from her. The only time you'll hear from her is when she drops you an SMS or signs in on MSN after a long day of anxious waiting. You find it difficult to get along with your daily activities, you feel moody for no apparent reason, you cannot eat, cannot sleep, cannot think. Everything you do seems to end up a mistake. But you know the reason. Your mind is occupied with the thoughts of her. Your heart and soul longs for her. You can't wait to hear her laughter, see her smile, hold her hand, hug her while whispering promises of love to her. And then finally, you both settle on a date to meet up and for the first time in so many days, you feel better and look forward to meeting her.
As you watch the seconds go by and countdown to the day where you can finally meet her, you think up a whole lot of things to do whenever you're with her. Bring her to the movies, then to the arcade, then go for a romantic dinner and go for a stroll by the seaside before seeing her home and ending the day with a goodbye kiss at her house void deck. Finally, the much awaited day has come, and you quickly rush down to the meeting place an hour early and pace up and down the area. Then, a few minutes before she arrives, you quckly rush into a nearby restroom and check your appearance. Pleased that everything is in order, you walk out to meet her and enjoy your day when you realise, to your dismay, she has a whole lot of friends tagging along with her and she is happily chatting away with them, paying no attention to you at all. Hais. All mood is drained at once from your body. Still, you put up with it and fake a smile but somehow, you know you are crying inside. All your plans for a perfect day is ruined but what can you do? Anyway, the most important objective is to be able to see her. As long as you can see her and be with her, even though nothing is going according to plan, a part of you still feels contented. After the day ends, you bid her farewell and watch as she leaves with her friends. Turning away, you sigh under your breath and start planning on another date with her and pray hard that she will turn up alone.
Love really makes one silly. But if being silly enables me to be with her for a lifetime, I'd gladly be silly. It has been oftenly said that True Love will have a happy ending, but I beg to differ. In my opinion, I believe that True Love DOESN'T have a happy ending, because True Love NEVER ends. It lives on forever.