Whenever the topic of love comes up, I'll spend many sleepless nights tossing and turning in bed, running the concept through my head again and again.
i just don't get romantic love.
i'd been watching this korean drama about true love called 'Will it Snow in Winter' (its pretty good, but gah i hate watching wishy washy people go about their stuff) and I can't help getting the feeling that - whoa, i just don't get romantic love.
family love, i get. sacrificial love, yes. all-encompassing, i-love-humanity-and-furry-animals, i'm-happy-if-you-are love, check.
but romantic love, the much hyped up i-can't-live-without-you, i'll-do-anything-if-he'll-love-me-back kind, i totally don't get. isn't that just possessiveness, stubborness and desperation rearing their ugly heads? does it really exist outside of the tube? so many people claim to know it, and i've known of a few people who'd actually kill themselves after a heartbreak, but its so far beyond me that i can't even imagine it. no offense, but how do you know those few people aren't a select few crazy billies? there are so many failed romances all over, but you don't see people dropping from buildings like flies.
so i spend all night tossing and turning in bed, wondering about what is love, what is wrong with me, what went wrong with my ex, and what is real about the emotion and what is not.
emo-ing is goddamn tiring.