Scotch, half, water and two ice cubes, Isn't that how love is? Like a habit you can't get rid of. Perhaps, the most commonly used word by idiots who are yet unaware of the complexity of humans relationships?
Now, don't give me crap about those googly eyes and undying affection because I have faked it for long enough now.
And staying together doesn't justify it, after a while we even get used to the things we use.
We look at our parents and wonder sometimes, how could somebody love somebody else so much but then do they really have a choice? It's like they have signed a deal that most of them can't really get rid of. It's like a dose of dopamine, wearing off after the so called honeymoon phase
And marriage is just another way to maintain consistency those who are scared of changes.
All my teenage life, I have heard about first love and how it stays even after the people are gone , and all I could think of how it resembles all the hatred I have kept for the past few years. People don't realize, just how impressionable young minds are. If all I felt was positive, maybe I would have called it love too. I have felt connections with humans, sometimes even strong enough to last a lifetime but I never called anyone my soulmate because my soul is definitely at peace on its own. I ain't a piece looking for my other half. I am complete, aren't you too? Its like we're stumbling upon our own words when we feel, not deciphering which way we're exactly moving and the closest word, we think is love and so, we drag it and label it. And we drag it some more, until our hormones have calmed down and our ego, satisfied. We go on till the liking wears off and settle in the name of compatibility.
I've stories to tell, About cliched love, incomplete forevers, loyal demons and injured angels Do you have courage to listen? I've stories to tell, About credulous summers, wilted springs and harsh winters. Do you have courage to listen? I've stories to tell, About parched ends and lost starts. Do you have courage to listen?