Must have been love
A lot has been scribbled and scratched and squiggled for this four letter word. Smaller than even the most understandable words in the English dictionary, love has been in existence in the Oxfords since Shakespeare and maybe even before. Amazing, how people have cruised through their life writing about the expression of basic human relationships through guides and novels. However, it may seem so but this column does not belong to the flagship expression. It’s just a paragraph of my worldly exploration of the expression.
No one not even the greatest minds have confessed to have fully deciphered the depth provided by this four letter ecstasy. Simpler to know and look up in any available form of literature, love has been coined to invade the deepest feeling man has even known.
I like somebody! And I presume everyone who’s ever been on my blog must have, at some point in their life, felt the same. It’s the magic of being in a one sided infatuation that empowers you with the ability to characterize the liked one. You are the creator of your liked ones, you shape them the way you want them to be. I have a gigantic crush on somebody, somebody I never talked to and somebody I would never gather enough courage to mutter “I like you”! And then starts the fantasy of falling in the sweetest trap. Without you knowing the thing your subconscious is busy trying to generate a code, a certain persona for the one you like. They are being made. I know it sounds funny but take a minute to ponder on it. You recognize somebody but you do not know them. You do not know what they do when they wake up, you do not know what colors they like or how they like their morning coffee. These however are merely their likes and dislikes. But what you actually do not know is the person, then inside of him, the reality that defines him. You are so reluctant of the fact that you do not know the person you like. Your mind does not allow you to believe the nothingness you know about the liked one.
The mind is a crooked artist. It makes you see what you want to. It makes the person into a persona you would adore. My crush I certainly do not know about but I have created for myself a dream persona for the same. She is the sweetest person I know. She helps, cares and is shy and playful, she likes to trouble me, sweep me off my feet and even ask me for things I would never find for her like the moon and the stars. Now since that my fantasia I create the rules. Maybe yours would have a crush being naughty all the time, being bad and arrogant, hopelessly careless and not committing. Anyways, the point being, we sculpt personalities for people we are infatuated to. We make furious attempts into believing everything that our crush fits into our creation. All the acts small or big by our infatuation find a satisfying explanation to match our sculpted personality. We are the dream weavers of our infatuation.
The dynamic deviation to our thriving is more meaningful when we fully prepare our dream worlds. We live it! Without our knowledge we transform a simple liking, a huge infatuation into ‘love’. Ends meet and the circle is completed. Realization of this conversion never usually takes place. But whenever it does its too late to accept the previous facet that you like her. Now you ‘love’ her! There we are pondering again… “Must have been love…”
