When a writer falls in love,his writings can either make you fall or will break your heart. When a writer falls in love, he may actually stop writing.
Ideas about love, relationships and heartaches are reality to some but for the writer, it is only but a dream he has yet to experience. For he is the writer who only learns about dates, kisses and break ups through the stories he heard. And when he writes, he tries to sew it all in the most perfect way. In ways like how movies and songs are made, with happy endings. he can only imagine.
Behind every chic flick, novels and songs are writers who works hard in portraying the emotions and feelings that people have felt- a feeling that he have not even experienced at all.He writes stories about his parents unconditional love or his friend’s break up but he has never written his own. It is an ironic event where one tries to make everyone feel something that he himself have not yet felt.
But then he fell in love and he stopped writing. He did not only stop writing, he stopped doing everything.He spent less time with his family, with his friends, with his studies and even to himself because he only had time for her.
Late night strolls, dinner for two, warm hugs and deep conversations. The writer fell in love with the simplest thought that he can also be loved. That he is capable of being loved, that he can be seen as a potential lover and no longer just the friend, the younger brother or the storyteller. The writer has become a reality of his own.
When the writer fell in love, he loved so hopelessly and very deeply. The writer who wrote fictional characters and imagined episodes became human.He became an actuality of his own, with someone whom he thought can only be found in his dreams.He was not conceptualizing drafts for others anymore- for he was making her own.
Of all the stories the writer has made, he always questioned as to how can people be so senseless when it comes to love. How can people become so helpless when they are in the state of being in love?
The writer sees it all now. One can not have a single definition of love, for love is universal. For love is experienced in different ways and in different levels. For the writer, he has accepted the fact that when you fall in love, you are not yourself anymore. You are a person blinded of love.
The writer no longer thought about himself but instead the welfare of his love. He no longer had time to write for he would rather look at reality- for she is real and words are not. The writer no longer writes because he’s afraid that if he would let even a minute pass, his reality might disappear.
And true enough, like the ones he have heard and seen, there will come a time when everything will fall apart. It was all gone as fast as it came. He disappeared leaving his breathless and perverse.
No more late night conversations, no more dinner out, no more ridiculous doings- no more them. There is no happy endings unlike what the other writers made everyone, including her, believe.
When the writer fell in love, she was sure that what she gave was pure and genuine feelings. But because there is no better expert of heartbreaks than a writer, he knows that he will no longer love the same.He knows how to restrict herself now for she already recognizes the feeling of falling back first and not looking if there’s even someone who’d catch her.
When the writer falls in love again,he’ll no longer expect pixie dusts, exciting glows and firework shows. When the writer falls in love, he’ll expect both an eternity of happiness and pain all at the same time.