"ALL WE REALLY WANT IS LOVE'S CONFUSING JOY"

Everybody's big about love. It is something out of ordinary for some. Others see it as a hell of a nice universe next door. For young love, love is full of promise, full hope and just ignorant of reality. And; to some organize-patient dude, love can't be planned. On the other hand, to some people, love doesn't exist unless you acknowledge it in front of other people. For some ladies and some gentlement, to love is to fix ALL the broken hearts. Man-haters or woman-haters say love gives acid reflux, and that's what love means. Wild say "my roommate just came home, would you like a threesome?" and that's how love supposed to be expressed. And, for me i guess, i'd say love is not hereditary, it is not contagious -- when your mom and dad, your grandmother and grandfather or your great grandma and great grandpa love each other so dearly doesn't mean you will love someone as great as the love your ancestors felt.

Love is not as cheesy as a kiss in the rain, or as rough as the tragic of Romeo and Juliet or Jack and Rose and not as happy ever after as with Cinderella and Prince Charming. Whatever you do for love is not significant, but doing them for love is no more important than anything else. Stupidity if turn back on something as important as love.

Love can't be rushed.

I found a story about a love..

He drop roses's petals at a random doorstep with a note saying: "SOMEBODY OUT THERE LOVES YOU." then they saw each other's eyes he asked: "will you marry me?" when she found out it's him she came up with this words: "when you ask a girl to marry you, do you want her to just consider it? Or do you want her just to know?"

He went to a far away place no one knows, coincidence he got seat partnered with some another ordinary girl who wears that uniform which brings his curiousity, he asked "two bars is a lieutenant?" "two bars is a captain." she answered. Later, she gave him this words that he might consider sweet, tough and blunt: "i can read you. It's a part of my training, everyone gives subtle hints. Hints like giveaway. You boarded the plane wearing a suit but no wedding ring. Serious, but not committed. You let a stranger sleep on your shoulder. Kindness, but also feels good to be needed. The heart-shaped candy, another giveaway. Either you have a problem with sugar, which based on the syrup you put on your pancake this morning, i wouldn't think so. Or you have a problem with candy in the shape of a heart. Which means you might have a problem with romance and things pertaining to love in particular." astonished he answered: "not bad."

they smiled at each other but that doesn't mean they ended up falling in love on the airplane. They set apart with farewell words from him: "you will not lose your finger prints by touching other's life. So don't be afraid if i say, you touched mine." she rendered her sweetest smile and replied, "i knew that, do not dilly-dolly, find her and grab her!" he was left blank but searching words to say, when he went back to his reality she's gone, he told himself "i don't dilly-dolly, i only oopsy-daisy."

and that makes up my non-sense story about love. Well, WHACK THE HEART FOR ME!

I've seen the enemy, and the enemy is me. Unfortunately, the truth makes everything else seem like a lie. Thus, i have perfectly adequate reasons to tell myself i lied when i said "I DON'T WANT LOVE." because all i really want is love's confusing joy.