Still in Love.

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How does it feel to desperately wait for something that takes a lifetime to arrive and when it eventually comes you find that you don’t want it anymore. 

Something that meant the world to you is now not even worth a second thought.
I chased after the idea of love like some crazy fool being moony-eyed about teddy bears and stuffed hearts.  

love meant daydreaming, singing love songs, fascinating about an image that I thought was more than human, He was nineteen and looked like some kind of Greek God who was born on earth just for me to love and be loved. 

There were butterflies in my stomach each time I saw him, and I wondered if he felt the same for me. All day long I’ld fascinate about talking to him. about the fun times, we would spend together, how he would play with my hair and look into my eyes and swear love to me. how happy we would be arm in arm singing songs.

In all my innocence I had associated the word happiness with an image which I built up of him not knowing that nothing on earth was ever going to make me happy again. Not even him, for he was He and not the Image of the He that I thought him to be.

My mind was always so preoccupied with his thoughts that I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything properly. My studies were going to the dogs, I was losing friends, they started to find me boring and withdrawn most of the time. I was messing up everything, which normally I wouldn’t have if this love bug kind of thing hadn’t bitten me. But now that it had, I was making these silly mistakes that drove everyone insane around me.

It’s only now that I understand why it’s called puppy love because a person becomes more like an adorably silly puppy always wanting to be cuddled and made much of. I was fifteen then and the chemical imbalances of my hormones were playing havoc within me making me imagine I was in love. 
 
When I look back I can see how stupid I was acting and how difficult it must have been for my family to deal with me. I wanted him to be mine and the fact that my family would never agree made them my enemies, I became irritable and snapped at them for every little thing they said, the feeling of being unloved in my own home started to grow into a wild creeper once the seed of infatuation had taken root and the want of him made me desperate for an escape. 

The only escape I could think of was him, he was the man of my dreams my prince charming who was going to rescue me from the shackles of obligations that chained me down to the castle of relationships which never ever happened. 

I met him in the supermarket the other day.

“Wait a minute What did he say, Let me guess.”

“Hey Hi, you’re Bella right I’m your Prince Charming.” 
Creating a comic effect, Veronica put on an exceptionally formal accent with a base voice while extending her right hand towards Bella. She romantically looked into her eyes and said “Would you marry me?” 

“Not so very Charming at all,” Bella laughed. 
It’s been like ten years now since I last saw him. But something did spark ten years back.
 
“So tell me then, what exactly happened.” Curiously asked Veronica. 

We met at a book fair, he recognized me at once and we hugged so tight, He said he missed me dearly and offered to take me on a date. I agreed, we went on a date, after dinner he proposed and we kissed to seal our love with a long meaningful kiss. Everything seemed so perfect like it was happening at the right time.

He was all I ever wanted, my dreams had come true, he moved in with me into my apartment and we were together at last. I was living a fairytale love story  But, Yet I wasn’t happy. Something was lacking, something was not there, it was all very incomplete with an empty feeling that lingered.

But then things started to unfold as I saw the not so very He that I thought him to be. 
He had some awfully annoying ways.
His ideologies were so orthodox and fascist. He was everything I was not. We started to regularly have arguments about the not so very significant things in life and he started to show his dumps.

It became a kind of an understanding between us that I was the one who had to apologize after each quarrel. Not talking for days was cool and made no difference to him. Our relationship was draining me, both emotionally and physically.
I lay sick in bed engulfed with strong depression while he lived his life to the fullest.

Was this the man I had fallen for? I asked my therapist. “May be not.” He said.

You were in love with the Image you had painted of him on the canvas of your mind.

My therapist was right, I was still searching for that image of the Greek God I loved and not some human with all his shortcomings like him. The fact was, I never really loved him, I was living a loveless relationship that was not working out for both of us. He wondered what was wrong with me and I couldn’t make him see reason. We were not so very a pair anymore.

I’m still very much in love with the image of him, and the embers of that love still glow in the secret chambers of my heart but I also realized that nothing on earth was going to make me love him.
It would have been mean of me if I didn’t set him free from a dying relationship.

© Annadine Charles.

 

 

13 Comments Add yours

  1. OJ's Pride says:

    Wow! This is commendable

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    1. Thank you so much… glad you liked it.

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  2. Diana says:

    This is very moving Annadine. I’ve been in a similar scenario, but a little different. I do understand what you’ve said. Thank you for sharing this!

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    1. Thanx Diana !… So happy you liked it…

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  3. You mean to tell the Whole Wide World 🌎that Love’s Labor Lost ?
    Puppy 🐶 Love is fleeting; doesn’t last for long. True Love Endures!

    The Flame 🔥 of True Love when once ignited in one’s heart ❤️ , can never be quenched ! “Many waters cannot quench the flame of Love , neither can the floods drown it. If a man tried to buy it with everything he owned, he couldn’t do it.” ( Solomon’s Song of Songs 8:7)!

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    1. Nope, I mean to say for this particular case, it was infatuation. Bella in her innocence fell for an image not for the person himself and made a terrible mistake of associating her happiness with that image… Apart from that love is a vast ocean with depts which only divers could describe 🙂

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      1. I’m so happy JDASFAMARTINS You read my post, and you are right, true love does endure for a lifetime and more. Solomon’s song says it all…. 🙂

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  4. This was so moving Annadine.

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    1. Thank you for checking it out, so glad you liked it…

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      1. Your words are beautiful reflections of your heart ❣

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        1. That’s sweet of you 🙂

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