I see people falling in love. Everyday.
They fall in and out. Talking about break-ups and heart breaks. You can also un-love someone strikes me as amusing.
You know literally, I see matches being made not in heaven but on Tinder. I wonder how are matrimonial sites any different from online shopping.
I see love being expressed with cheesy texts and how it has become synonymous with sex.
I see how people are falling in love with the bodies, with the shape of them (hourglass issa new body shape trend now….ugghhh!!)
I see poems pilled up with dust sitting in the corner, ’cause Shakespeare’s lovers are now bae’s and babies.
I see the sunsets and sunrises waiting to be seen but do they know the corner seats have already been booked?
I look for the albums but they tell me the photos now live on social media.
I see people having crushes and flirting because they don’t want to fall in love. Valentine’s Day is all about gifts, buy me some and I will all be yours.
If this is love I am better off alone.
Maybe…. I will forever be a dreamer believing in my delusions of getting handwritten letters and reading poetry together.
Maybe I will forever be the misfit who thinks forehead kisses are so much better.
Maybe I will always want to go on amusement parks and long drives rather in clubs and parties.
Maybe I will always want our dates to be in libraries and not somewhere where everyone’s around looking at you with “Awww” and you flexing around.
Yes, I would never want his wallet of money but his bag full of the hidden demons he has been carrying for so long.
Maybe every weekend we will do a movie marathon sitting in our pyjamas than roam in the malls wearing those painful high heels.
Maybe I will always use hugs as a true sign of love because honestly, hugs are so underrated.
I will be the love I would always wanted to receive.
You know, honestly, I don’t know, what “love” is. All I know is this is not what great poets meant when they talked of love.