I see people falling in love. Everyday. They fall, in and out. Talking about break-ups and heartbreaks. You can also un-love someone strikes me as amusing.
I see matches being made not in heaven but on Tinder. I sometimes wonder how are matrimonial sites any different from online shopping. I see love being expressed with cheesy texts and how it has become synonymous with sex.
How people are falling in love with the bodies, with the shape of them. I see the poems piled up with dust sitting in a corner, 'cause Shakespeare's lovers are now bae's and babies. I see the sunsets and sunrises waiting to be seen but do they know the corner seats have already been booked? I look for the albums but they tell me the photos now live on social media.
I see people having crushes and flirting because they don't want to fall in love. Valentine's day is all about gifts, buy me some and I will all be yours. If this is love I am better off alone. Maybe I will forever be a dreamer believing in my delusions of getting handwritten letters and reading poetry together.
Maybe I will forever be the misfit who thinks forehead kisses are so much better. Maybe I will always want to go on long walks and not on long drives. Maybe I will always want our dates to be in libraries and not in fancy restaurants.
Maybe I will never want his wallet of money but his bag full of the hidden demons he has been carrying for so long. Maybe every weekend we will do a movie marathon sitting in our pyjamas than roam in the malls wearing those high heels.
Maybe I will always write poems for my lover and make him coffee when he wakes up in the middle of the night scared because his childhood fear and insecurities gripped him. I would give him a warm hug because honestly, hugs are so underrated.
I will be the love I never received. Honestly, I don't know what love is. All I know is this is not what great poets meant when they talked of love.
