Maybe sometimes, all we need is just someone else.
You can have everything you want in the world, but without someone to share all the joys with, life’s just not so fun. I’ve been thinking lately, what if, just what if, I never find someone that gives me that hot, passionate and extraordinary feelings ever again?
The more I live my day, the more I think about what I want, what matters and what do not. There are so many things in life that are so boring. Love, passion, future, career and goals should not be any of them. They have to be hot, filled with overflowing passion, something so extraordinary that makes you want to spring out of bed. I know that’s what writing articles and travelling does to me. I can’t wait to wake up every day. Heck, I wouldn’t want to sleep. My career and future are all in-line with my goals, plans and passion. It’s easy because I can control it and it’s easy to set it. However, when it comes to love, oh love, I don’t know.
Love is such a crazy thing. On one hand, it’s so simple, so easy. All you have to do is to love someone and if you’re lucky enough, be loved back in return. On the other, it’s so complicated. Love is not just emotions of 2 individuals, love is so much more. When you have the best of something, you set your standards and know what you want. I have had the best. What if, oh what if, nothing will ever be better?
Love is annoying because it’s something I definitely cannot control. I want so many things, but there is nothing I can control about it. I want love to be crazy, to be on the extreme passionate end, to be everlasting. But how do I go about doing that? No, for love, you can’t really go and grab the opportunity. That chemistry and connection comes when it comes. I hate that. I hate that there’s nothing I can do about it, but go according to what the universe has planned.
My Kind of Love
I’ve been thinking so much lately. I only want it hot, passionate and extraordinary. I will never settle for anything else. But, what if it does not exist? Or what if our paths only managed to cross just once. Just once and never again? Oh what if.
I’ve been keeping my mind off everything lately. Nothing is as exciting as writing and talking about my passion – travel. Maybe I’ll die alone, happy that I’ve connected with the world. Maybe that is hot, passionate and extraordinary enough for my future. I’ve had the best, I’m contented for it. Maybe I should stop asking for more. Maybe that passionate love only come once. But, just what if. What if the next adventure is walking the streets, thousands of miles away right now. Oh, what if.
“What if”s really fuck us up, doesn’t it?