The translation of the title in Spanish is “I still love you, after all.”
Again, I would like to enlighten yourself about how bogus love is. I know you must be thinking what kind of soon-to-be-sixteen-years-old girl would talk about love as ‘idiotic’ and ‘fake’? Believe me, had you seen life the way I have, you’ll completely agree with me.
So, how many of us saw the Royal Wedding? Most of us did, I’m certain. And while watching it, I must admit, even I for a second thought that maybe, just maybe love does exist. Perhaps I’m far too prejudiced to let it reach me. . . . . .
“Having second thoughts, are you?” my conscience reminded me immediately, and I snapped out of the illusion; like an elastic band recoiling.
Love? Real? NO WAY.
After my earlier note “Gone With The Storm” I received mixed responses from people who read it. Many of them supported me with what I thought, and some denied my point of view. The people who denied it were the ones who had a boyfriend or girlfriend who brainwash them now and then; so their opinion wasn’t very reliable.
The other group was quite interesting, so to say. Some were heartbroken, so I could completely understand why they ‘hated’ love. But I’m pretty sure they don’t really believe in themselves; their opinion will change as soon as some jerk comes along to make a fool of themselves.
A friend of mine [who is considerably beautiful and intelligent] surprised me with her answer. She said, “No matter how much you think it’s right, it isn’t. Wait until love itself gets down on its knees in front of you to beg for mercy.”
And that is what I’m talking about! I mean, why is everyone so eager to enter the last legal form of slavery? Why don’t you just enjoy life the normal way?
I mean, I’m sure there are a zillion things you have to do, right? Take care of yourself, fulfill your responsibilities and if you are out of things to do, then read old newspapers!
But don’t, and please do not fall in love! Because when you fall in love, no one is going to catch you. It’s like a Chinese mobile: NO GUARANTEE. But even after knowing the damage it can do, people keep falling in the hell hole, no idea why. I mean, wasn’t one Romeo-Juliet enough? Who cares, right? Come, trample over us, mangle with our feelings, and we won’t say a damn thing!
And and, before you start thinking of me as someone who hates love just because she didn’t get it; I would like to clear out your mind.
And also, when we don’t know who to hate, we end up hating ourselves. And to avoid that situation, I have identified my enemies, only one actually.
So, until next time, I am waiting for your responses. Do reply 🙂