I watched a lot of movies adapted from novels, love stories particularly, those too fictitious to be true. The thing is, when you dwell with those kind of stories, long enough, or too much of them, you started not to believe in them anymore. You just knew, it is just a story of a girl and a boy who meant to be together. Plots might be different in between story lines, but the morale they bring up upon screen or sheets (in case of novel), is the same. You fight for your true love, you’ll never forget the guy you love most, you’ll ended up with the best partner, no matter what brings you both apart you’ll always find your way back to each other kind of thing.
I live, alive and living for at least a quarter of decade recently yet I know so little of love, but I believe it’s something. It is how two hearts bind without any particular reason of biological prove. It just happened. but I never believe in fictitious love stories. Things like Mohabbatein, or A Walk to Remember might be just one in thousand cases. I know that somehow a person could ‘feel’ the presence of his/her partner, but err.. Seriously?
I fell in love once, and I failed to hold onto it. Maybe because I don’t understand how it works, and of course because I didn’t believe in such magic. Well, to understand how it works is like understanding chemistry when you’re just seven, it is nearly impossible. But we could perceive its magical behaviour. How it attracts the reaction of hormones, how it scratches your heart to bleed, how it makes you suffocate yourself..
I could ‘feel’. Whenever I’m alone, his presence is always with me. Cintakah? When a moment in the past flashes, I smile awkwardly without reason. Cintakah? I ‘see’ him in things I do because he is absolutely the me version of a guy. Cintakah?
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