Saturday, June 24, 2006
"I Love you...
for sentimental reasons..." she likes to sing to him flirtatiously in those harmlessly sweet moments.
"And why do you love me, Darling?" she would ask playfully.
"I love you for no reason," he would always reply in his usual kind and quiet way.
"But why?" she would quip, her tone as always inquisitive and child-like. This tone of his would easily turn her mind a shade darker as it would lead her to contemplate on the residuary damage sealed by the past.
"Because you are fat and funny!" he would proffer teasingly and childishly.
"Oh Darling! Is that really why?" she would press on coaxingly as she privately suffered.
Sometimes he would assume that careful and defensive tone, like he has once again been reminded of it all.
"Well, if I love you, I just do. There is no reason why I do!" he would conclude firmly, his tone bordering on irritation.
If I could justify myself, then it would not be love. And perhaps I couldn't and shouldn't love you? She could almost hear him add on. He, too must be thinking along the same lines for her.
Then the conversation would instinctively find its way to graduate into the necessary oblivion. That much needed break.
She could feel his suppressed suffering and he must have caught on hers.
They both suffered for themselves and for each other but in private. The bond they shared from their destruction and suffering by the other bearing from this persistent and weary thing possibly called love would forever change the dynamics of their joint lives. But it gave rise to the stranglehold over strengthening the knot in this imperfect relationship.
Perhaps it's true. The best way to understand the heart (and learn the language of this elusive thing called love) is to break it. And they both did well in breaking each other apart.
With the undercurrent of those imperfections permanently serving as a regrettable reminder, there need be personal resolutions to manage their shared lives in the form of a protective strategy. That is, to consciously minimise the hurt by keeping the other happy and being made to feel as the luckiest person in their lifetime as a joint entity, perhaps just to make up for everything. And hopefully one day, it might all work and the one big regret that he now bears would obliterate with the passing of time and she too, would learn to forget...
for sentimental reasons..." she likes to sing to him flirtatiously in those harmlessly sweet moments.
"And why do you love me, Darling?" she would ask playfully.
"I love you for no reason," he would always reply in his usual kind and quiet way.
"But why?" she would quip, her tone as always inquisitive and child-like. This tone of his would easily turn her mind a shade darker as it would lead her to contemplate on the residuary damage sealed by the past.
"Because you are fat and funny!" he would proffer teasingly and childishly.
"Oh Darling! Is that really why?" she would press on coaxingly as she privately suffered.
Sometimes he would assume that careful and defensive tone, like he has once again been reminded of it all.
"Well, if I love you, I just do. There is no reason why I do!" he would conclude firmly, his tone bordering on irritation.
If I could justify myself, then it would not be love. And perhaps I couldn't and shouldn't love you? She could almost hear him add on. He, too must be thinking along the same lines for her.
Then the conversation would instinctively find its way to graduate into the necessary oblivion. That much needed break.
She could feel his suppressed suffering and he must have caught on hers.
They both suffered for themselves and for each other but in private. The bond they shared from their destruction and suffering by the other bearing from this persistent and weary thing possibly called love would forever change the dynamics of their joint lives. But it gave rise to the stranglehold over strengthening the knot in this imperfect relationship.
Perhaps it's true. The best way to understand the heart (and learn the language of this elusive thing called love) is to break it. And they both did well in breaking each other apart.
With the undercurrent of those imperfections permanently serving as a regrettable reminder, there need be personal resolutions to manage their shared lives in the form of a protective strategy. That is, to consciously minimise the hurt by keeping the other happy and being made to feel as the luckiest person in their lifetime as a joint entity, perhaps just to make up for everything. And hopefully one day, it might all work and the one big regret that he now bears would obliterate with the passing of time and she too, would learn to forget...
