"I've
been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is
break and burn and end. But, on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it
begin again." -Taylor Swift, Begin Again
Love
is the nearest thing to heaven but loving someone who does not know how
to love can pull you down to the lowest place in hell even if you do
not deserve to be there.
She,
who was once imprisoned by the evils, can still feel the heat that
burned her illusions of having a fairytale-like life. The demons were
roaring and laughing at her hopelessness. Her sweat was falling, from
time to time, with her tears.
It was hot in hell, yes.
Good
thing, that was a long time ago. The angels went down and took her to a
paradise without a lover but with the presence of love. The sun
brightened up; letting her discern the truth that his erstwhile partner
is not the world but only a portion. The rainbow showed up and colored
the black and white town of her dreams. God, most of all, pulled the
tattered edges of her soul together again.
However,
though the parcels of chagrin, rues and loneliness are only in her mind
right now, far away from any corner of her heart, she believes that she
must not give her trust to a man afresh. It should lie peacefully in
her locked drawer -- be sheltered from all those blokes who have no
other intention but to receive love without knowing how to appreciate
the sender, be kept away from the lads who do not deserve the loving
touch of a lass.
But, he is different.
He was, he is, and will always be different, she believes.
He
is better than all the other men that she has met. He knows how to love
without being aware of such capability. He has a heart of gold even if
he perceives it as something which is made of the hardest type of stone.
It is amazing how he manage to show the people around him his care
while believing that he cannot do anything good.
Days
passes, she continues to heed to his tales of long ago. It did not take
her long to fathom that not all blokes are alike for the man beside her
is utterly different.
He was, he is, and will always be different, she believes.
He
is someone who does not deserve poison from the pangs of pain. He is
not the one who should be embraced by the cruelty of selfish love -- as
he deserves the altruistic kind. He is a true person and ropes of sand
are not for him to keep.
Yes, she believes, he was, he is, and will always be different.
Now,
she understands that not all the glitters coming from the stars are
false scintillas. He is not one of those dead stars; the ones that are
glittering in front of us when it does not even exist by the time when
its light reaches our eyes.
He
is a true, wonderful creature. He is more than ordinary -- even more
than special. Perhaps, there are lads around her that are too innocent
to be perceived as miscreants in the kingdom of affection.
Love
is the nearest thing from heaven, she realized, but it will never pull
you down to the lowest place in hell. Love is never cruel, some people
are. Those folks who do not understand the meaning of love are.
He was, he is, and will always be different, she believes.
She looks at him. She is in love once more.
She is in love with him.
From a distant place, somehow, the angels sing.
"For the first time, what's past is past."
***
2013
Inspired by Taylor Swift's Begin Again
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