a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
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"ma'am, i think the slogan wants to tell us that, when you say you love someone... it should be felt by the other person -... the one you love. if that person doesn't feel it at all... then there's no love in it...."
quoting myself in a Thursday English class through that thought is simply jaw-dropping. I was just reflecting on my ideas regarding a Snoopy and Woodstock poster slogan depicting "love is not love until you share it with someone."
after saying all that stuff, I gave myself a sidewards glance at my dear classmates, who were just as stupefied as I was during those silent moments. seeing their blank faces, they seem to tell me "who are you to talk like that about 'sharing love,' huh?"
meanwhile, somewhere deep in my complex human brain, an internal struggle was on due course; something like a Cold War furiously raging inside there... and it moaned on till the end of the day. (if you've known me for some time now, i suppose you know why...)
trying to figure out how to solve this puzzle, I found myself helplessly torn between the idea of talking to her (just like the old times,) or doing nothing, swallowing my emotions, and conceding to the fact that 'I don't love her,' which I know a majority of you guys will violently react to.
of course, the most logical solution to little problems is to decide and live or die with it. but as a personal philosophy, I've developed this not-so-effective habit of "choosing the gray area between black and white," which certainly I did - resulting to a lot of pending "small problems." consequently, little things, no matter how small, always pile up to create a big one.
so, there's still a whole lot of problems remaining unsolved, and will stay that way...tentatively.
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