Monday, May 6, 2013

OPTIONS ARE OPTIONAL

Should you ever be an option, don't.

I had my share of demon days where I left a lot of hearts waiting for that call the morning after, and I didn't dial a number, simply because I am not in the mood to be a teddy bear.

It took a real relationship for me to understand how is feels to be a heavy cross to bear.

When the female of the species demands for commitment, I shiver in disgust. Why the need for shackles? 

Then it hit me: Responsibility.

You want someone to be responsible for you.
To choose you. Without any hesitations.

Someone who'll stay after all the glasses are smashed to bits;
After the cruel fingers have been pointed at your direction.

You know those exit lights? They're always there. The panic button in the elevator, it is required to be installed for safety measures. Everything is calculated.

We sometimes forget that life is all about risks.
Can't you see? You only remember those experiences when you did something unimaginable, or went to a distinct place that is worth blogging. or a face worth mentioning and rewinding in your head.




And Love too; a risky business. Not for the faint of heart. 
You are simply putting your sanity in the table, looking up the heavens before throwing your dice. Most came out never the same again.

But hey, as long as your lover will throw the dice with you, will risk her chips for you without a skip of breath or a pause of doubt, then you are in good hands.

You know you are in the right arms when she feels that way about you.
Not a heavy cross.  Not a good mood hobby. Not a mind-bending sacrifice.


For you are not an option.
You should be the only letter box in that multiple choice. 
Her faith for what you have never wavers
and can't be convinced by relationship advice columns and pesky conservative hypocrites.
No room for debates.

Just you - the sure thought of you as the only.





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