#3 What about Love?
Falling in love= a simple complicated thing that sometimes occurs to human beings.
Madelyn knew Nate for some years already. They were sharing the same friends, the same high-school memories with crises of laughter, dramas and whatever else happens to kids these days. Through some accident, more or less embarrassing, they started dating and fell in love. She had been in relationships, quite long ones, before even dated some guys, but she decided that this one was her first love. It was great, fun, happy, and they were together for so long, that the idea of True Love and soul-mates crossed both their minds. Mad wasn’t convinced at first by this idea, but everything was as she would imagine it to be, so at a certain point in time she became convinced she was on the right track.
Irrelevant things happened and after a period with both wonderful and sad event, Mad decided that whatever connected them two once it was now supposed to end. She was sad, but somehow she knew it was the right step at the right time. She knew. Nate was crushed, tragically sinking in the feelings once so wonderful and great. But nothing changed and the chapter closed, maybe even out of a sudden.
Though she was the one who made the step, Madelyn was confused, even angry. How could you think something is true love, forever love even and then this feeling, you know you had, vanished as if it never existed? Was it even there? Life continued anyway. She started dating. More dating then she ever had time to, but not that much as one would imagine. Dating drived by the need to know, to understand. “Why was her, a rational being, deceived? Did all the books lie? Can you even notice True Love or is it more of a silent guy?”
Months later, I look back to everything I saw, everything I’ve learnt, and I don’t know much now either. But I’m in love again. I’m so in love that I decided that this is my first love. No, not really. I realized that first time things don’t matter, because what happens now is always the most important. This love now seems true enough. Similarly enough, the same thoughts reappear “Is this true love? Is this forever?” and I remember the fear of such answers.
Maybe true love should prove itself true every now, and than maybe it works. But do you know when someone is the one before one actually becomes your significant other? Girls in movies always seem to know it, but the reason we watch such movies is because we don’t know for sure, we like the mystery.
For now, I’m accepting my lack of answers, and … I’m even allowing my fearful questions annoy me in the background of my head. I’ve started this story with a whole other purpose, but halfway through I decided that I should use this to help refresh my random-access memory.