Essay on Love

 

In almost 23 years of life many things fascinated me, but love… oh love! What a difficult feeling to place in mere words. In all these years I’ve seen all kinds of love through movies, I’ve seen love stories like Casablanca, no drama love as the one between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy, the kind of fairy tale love, the real sort of love as in Closer and my most recent experience of love as I’ve seen in Before Sunrise and Before Sunset kind of love. Don’t get me wrong I do have people who love me and whom I love. But what is love actually? How can one find the sort of love that grows in our deepest dreams without having the unpleasant feeling of great disapointment when nothing goes as planned?

Recently I’ve had my first break up. For many reasons, one of them was because I could no longer feel that our love was completing me. A friend told me that no one can fully complete one’s soul and I felt said for that. I believe in many things and one of these things is love, but maybe it is not possible to find a love like those we dream for it ends the minute reality starts. Like fairy tales, a love to last forever must end before it starts.

People say that the marriage is the euthanasia of love, but I say reality is. There’s no passion, no magic, nothing intriguing or exciting, nothing new. Probably most of the couples have their own “music” as an attemptive to make life more like the movies with it’s soundtracks. “Real” love is sustained by words of commitment, mechanical actions, chemical reactions, like we are only seeking for a situation that is a natural part of life, no real feellings only conformism with the way life works.

There’s no interesting talk, no fun times, no enchantment… just reality. You can find parts of yourself with so many different friends, but only in dreams you can find it all in only one person. Love should not be about drama, but magic…

I don’t belive in soul mate kind of thing, but I believe in a love that is a combination of all my sides, someone to talk to for hours and hours about everything, the sort of noncommon kind of love with words, actions and thoughts.

I guess the problem is not the plan but the people who try to be part of it. There’s just too many common people in this world that is kind of a miracle to find someone interesting to open up to.  I’ll keep my heart for now, but never to give up for hope is my Moon River.