possibilities

“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.” – Khalil Gibran

a friend of mine posted that quote on her facebook yesterday.

the moment i finished reading it, i paused.

and together with it, my heart, skipped a beat. 

imagine that.

imagine meeting a person who would say those words in the exact context.

to you.

to me.

or for me to meet some one to whom i can say those words and have him know what i mean, without additional explanation.

it sounds romantic. but is that what love is? perhaps. to say someone is YOUR life, now that’s a huge leap. that’s major. but in a way, when read and implied simply, it can also be oh-so-sweet. it just shows that the person does care. about you. every bit of you. the good, the bad, the ugly. for that, you need to love fully, you need to love selflessly, and you need to love freely. it’s best when the love is reciprocated, in equal measures i suppose.

now that brings me to something my cousins and i were chatting about just now. here’s the question:

‘is it better to love the other person more or have it the other way?”

we couldn’t come up with a definite answer. it sure sucks though, to feel for someone in a certain way and know that he/she might not return those exact feelings.

that is one reason why i have never ever openly declared interest even though i might feel something towards the person. or rather, i’ve never been the first one too. any fool will know why. nobody likes rejection. but there are times where i feel so brave that i think i might actually do it. make the first move, be the proactive one or whatever you call it. and when i do, i start to panic and i change my mind. silly me, i’d say. there’s no way he would ever see you that way – you’re too much of a buddy-esque friend.

after giving it much thought, i realise that i actually do sympathise with the guys. being of the gender with so much expectations especially when it comes to making the first move and putting themselves out there – there’s so much vulnerability. so much at stake. so much to lose and so little to gain.

but i too wonder, how do they zone in on who to chase after? do they have a visual image of the ‘girl of their dreams’? that’s quite a silly question, come to think of it. do guys have a checklist like the girls?

then i think of the ‘man of my dreams’? and i draw a blank. i have come to understand and realise that dreams are but just dreams. reality is harsh and i have play it by ear. every encounter is different and every experience has different outcomes.

sure, like i’ve blogged here before, i want someone with similar interests, someone who loves me for the way i am, someone who’s comfortable in his own skin and of course someone who gets me. yes that’s vague, very vague.

then what? should i take it literally? like my recent dream about a certain some one? no way is his name going to be mentioned here. but i actually dreamt of us together. surprisingly i did not wake up with an ‘urgh’ feeling. but it was just very interesting. maybe it’s because of my active mind (yes i do dream alot)

tricky tricky. or maybe not.

the possibilities are endless. some say read the signs, others say, make it work, do whatever it takes whether it involves risk. eventually, they say that all you need is love, love will conquer all. i say yes, but you need a sensible mind to measure up reality. to know when you’re pursuing a lost cause or if the other person sees you only as a friend.

now that’s something to think about.

if only the world were simpler huh.