In this 21st century, technology is all the rave, and through the Internet, we meet people — people whom we conceive in our minds as the image they portray on social media. Subject 1 found her love this way. "An' hi", turns to "tell me more about yourself", and then "I can't wait to see you." Luckily for Subject 1, her love was a graduate of the university she is attending, and he happens to still have things to settle in the school. This love of hers — we are going to call him Mister.L. Mister.L finally showed up, and Subject 1 describes him as the perfect man and the perfect mind, but yet he was not. This thing called love made her not see clearly, or maybe he was a good actor. I call this love hopeless from the start, 'cause most know the saying, "Do not believe everything you see on the Internet." I think I'm digressing too much; back to the story.
Subject 1 was under the impression that the love was mutual, and so she tried to push it and be more involved — already soul and spirit into the feeling... and guess what? Mister.L suddenly doesn't want any of it anymore. Subject 1 was left wondering what went wrong, and I would like to know as well. I know some people say this love thing is like magic, but I didn't expect a disappearing trick. Oh... well, I am left to wonder if Subject 1 could have done something to spark this response, or Mr.L is just a douchebag.
Telling me about her love, Subject 1 said:
"You don't always have a reason to love... you just find yourself loving someone. I realized I loved him when everything I do, think, or say has a touch of him around it. It feels like... that happy, satisfactory feeling... You feel like your whole world was created for that person. You can never truly stop loving someone; you can just accept the fact that the energy isn't reciprocated and just move on. The feelings don't disappear; it's more of a current — sometimes it's low, and you don't even remember loving this person."
And then I asked her, "Do you regret loving?" She replied, "Not really, but at least I know my heart works."
Quite a reply, if you ask me, and I would say same, actually, but I can't seem to still grasp love from her view. Loving without a reason, having someone become the center of your life, and accepting when the center of your life leaves — how is that possible? To accept and remember and somehow still move on. And even more, to have this person haunt your mind, and then a pain even doctors can't fix. Does it mean love is to embrace pain? Does it mean love is only but destructive? Tell me about love!