I like getting to know people. Small talk. Large ideas.
I like getting to know cultures. Traditions. Values.
I like to explore places. New feelings. Experiences. Views.
Then slowly with the liking attachment follows.
A sense of belonging. A right of possession.
A feeling of care. Perhaps, trust?
Questions crop up. Emotions are explored.
There is a certain beauty to all of that.
Getting to know strangers. Falling in love.
While you are on the journey, everything feels magical.
Filmy. Perfect. Flawless.
You are in Love.
And then it begins. Expectations. Jealousy. Ego.
The bubble burst. You are tired of trying.
Drained of emotions.
You choose to walk away, or perhaps towards a person or place.
A new attachment, magic begins once again.
I see all these, and I question.
Are we committed to the idea of love, or just falling in love?
Because once you are in it, we rarely feel the magic anymore.
Strangers to friends to lovers to strangers.
We lose people in between.
What are we actually looking for?
Forever in a life that ends?
Or chasing a feeling of falling in love?
Again and again.
~ Suranya
(12.12.2017)
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