On the first day of Misa de Gallo, I will talk about love just then again.
I know nothing about authentic, romantic, 50-first-dates, Romeo-Juliet kind of love, if you base the knowledge from experience. But if you talk about the mainstreamed and the cliché, that’s where my inspiration in writing this entry comes from.
In my blog entry, Love Begins in One Hello, I have underlined the notion that the story of almost the whole of the world’s population is all about falling in love, finding their partners, going to marriage however they want it to be, and having their own family. I may not have found concrete and credited researched data on this theory but I think gaining the most likes, having a good number of reblogs, and being the most visited and most commented entry in my blog both here in WordPress.com and in Tumblr.com is already enough to support it. Love, specifically romantic love, is indeed everybody’s bread and water—source of our coffee-break talks, of one’s Twitter rants, of his walk-her-home gesture, of her afternoon heartbreak.
But then, on the offset of all our fantasy’s happily-ever-afters and our imaginary knight-in-shining armours, there is that hovering reality that gives all love stories their intensified climax. The part where Trisha (Maja Salvador) had to leave Popoy (John Lloyd Cruz) because she knows that he still loves Basha (Bea Alonzo). The part when Bella (Kirsten Stewart) experienced her New Moon because Edward (Robert Pattinson) left her knowing that it was the best choice just to keep her safe. The part where a number of girls cried to sleep with Demz’s (Maldita Band) voice in the background singing “porque contigo yo ya squji, ahora mi Corazon ta sinti…” The part where all the boys flock together and drink their hearts out, hollering “too much love can kill you…” That very excruciating, sometimes numbing, part of every love story, the very moment where every person who has loved and was loved can say that… love hurts. But then, let’s think again.
In one of my most vulnerable moments, I have encountered this photo quote that has really struck me at the very core. It was as if it paved the way for my once-broken heart to reset, to stop, look and listen to love’s actuality. It says that,
“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.”
This is, actually, the sole point of this randomly constructed entry. That at the end of the day, too much love will never really kill anybody. That, indeed, love may be the only way to make Popoy realize that Basha is still his ‘the one’; the reason that will push Edward not to leave Bella ever again; the very force that will motivate every girl to open their hearts once again and allow themselves to choose another ‘somebody’; and the urge for every guy to make ligaw just then again. That, indeed, love is one of the very few vital reasons that will keep us alive.