She had caged herself inside a subtle bubble. She believed in things nobody did. She picturised everybody thought in the same manner just like her. She thought feelings and words were supposed to make sense in a very sane and logical manner. She thought she could seek for the truth and reason everything, every time.
She had imagined love as a very divine feeling. For her, love was supposed to lack conditions, envy, selfishness and tears. Love was not just any feeling to her. It wasn’t supposed to push you away or make you stop believing in good. It wasn’t supposed to make you fall inside a trap. Love, not just the romantic one, was supposed to lift you up and walk you down the chirpy road of unconditional faith. It was meant to drain all your bad blood and make you feel lighthearted. Love was supposed to be devoid of all conditions and boundaries. To her, love was letting go. Letting go of the one you dearly love and watch them fly and soar high. And, when they fall down, be ready to catch them. Trust them enough to let them go and wish they’d come back to you because you know they will never be able to find this love anywhere else.
She had realised she would never be able to find this kind of love anywhere. Because, love of this kind was not humanly possible. Humans are selfish. They would do stuffs to you and brand it as ‘love’. They’ll suffocate the one they love to death just to keep them from harm’s way, which by the way could have taught them to stand up when they fell hard, and call themselves protective. She will be misunderstood, she knew. She needed to keep low. She isn’t supposed to talk about the kind of love she longed for. She isn’t supposed to be looking for it, as well. Because, the kind of selfless love she desired could only be found in the lands of dreams. In a land where vivid images of nuance imagination existed; and people didn’t.