Pure and eternal

There are days when I can't help but think. Seems to me that it happens almost all the time.

Like even in the silence of my date with the shower, I can't help but (what's the word?) ponder.

A lot of people search and hunt for love. And when they finally find someone, they find it easy to let go and leave at the slightest hint of incompatibility. And they search and hunt afresh.

A tedious job this is, not to mention futile. They dream of the perfect relationship, or the perfect partner (which they almost always brand as "the one") -- but they never choose the red or the blue pill. As with most selfish individuals who want to have the best of both worlds, they mix the blue and the red pill and come up with a violet pill.

To have and to hold while the happiness lasts.

For richer and richer.

In health and wealth.

Till their lives don't feel like slow death in the arms of their soon to be "not-so-the-one-after-all."

And so given my cynicism, I don't even know what I want to say in this new entry (after what seems like a gazillion years).

Except that, I understand why, despite my accusations to these people, why they behave like that in the first place.

And it is because they have not found someone like you to love.

And they don't love the same way I do.