Scribbles from the Heart #2

What is affection? What is love? How do someone differentiate between the two? Is it in the way one's heartbeat changes? Or, is it the way one begins to notice that person's presence? When can someone tell he or she has found the one? Is it after the tears have fallen? Or, is it when he or she begins to laugh more around that person than without that person?

Most importantly, where do love begin? Does it begin in the eyes of the beholder? Or, does it begin in the heart of strangers? Does love grow from shared interests and similarities? Maybe love form from bonds and friendships? Or, is love created over empathy and understanding? Maybe love resulted from pity? Which one is love? If both are love, then which one is TRUE love?

You don't know, do you? I don't know myself. If love is so complicated, then why do we even bother to engage ourselves with it? Why do we always have to get ourselves in situations that we can never pull ourselves out from unharmed? Are we really that naive? Or, are we really a bunch of desperate morons?

Fools in love, right?


© N. Hli 2014 All rights reserved.
[Date written: September 2014]

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Scribbles from the Heart #1

They are running. Rich green grass under their feet and clear blue sky over their head, they are running. Running and laughing. Not a soul is in sight except for them and nature, which is the only source to bare witness to their happiness.

They are performing a dance only they can understand. With anyone else and the dance will no longer be in sync. Up the hill they run and on top they dance. Their voices and laughter the very music needed for the moment. At long last, he wraps his arms around her waist and twirls her around. Once, twice, and the dance finally dwindle down to a close.

He sets her on the ground but does not remove his arms. Instead, he buries his head in the crook of her neck as he waits patiently for her to catch her breath. With both arms around his neck and her chin on his shoulder, she cannot refuse smiling at heaven. How thankful she is to have such a moment, no one will ever know, for the moment is too beautiful to even begin describing it.

"I love you," he whispers breathlessly into her ear, and she smiles even wider.

Love- such a powerful word it is. She wants to shout at the top of her lungs and let everyone know how much she loves him. She wants to tell everyone he is the one. Mr. Right. She wants him to know she loves him too. But, she simply whisper back an, "I love you too."

I lied. There is another soul in sight. There is another being who happened to witness the moment with them. Me.

I can hear them, I can read their thoughts, and I can feel their emotions. I can see them, but... they cannot see me. They cannot even sense me. I am nothing but a silent witness. A helpless observer. I see them, and then, I see only her. She and I are still in our respective spot. The season and day have not changed as well. But, time has changed, for he is not with her. I see her, alone, swaying to a different tune and dancing a solo dance.

She cannot see him and neither can I. But, I sense him there- here- with us. I know he is watching and observing just as I am. I just do not know from where. And, why?

I want to scream for her. I want to tell her he is still here and still loves her, for she was his Ms. Right. But, I can only mouth the words in my heart, "He loves you. He loves us. He loves... me."


© N. Hli 2014 All rights reserved.
[Date written: August 2014]

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