Rollercoastering Love

A maritimes-themed clock hung in my bedroom’s wall rang five times, accompanied half-naked-me to go asleep at a dawn in the past. I just downstaired ten minutes before, and I had been there for about four hours, mourning the pity of my love stories. I am a genuine male, had never been crying for love before, even when all my girls broke me up with whatever reasons, I did solemnly resist my tears to drop. Until that night I surrendered with my past lover chopping my heart into a stack of debris of my love’s hall. Frankly to say, at that time, I was completely not a robust man dealing with my own feelings, instead I was a cocky ones getting learned that even a concrete stone will be ruined by merely the continuous drops of water.

I was still a teenager when I admitted for the first time the power of true love. Needlessly to say, I disbelieved anything about “termehek2 karena cinta”, since I thought that was totally irrational and over-expressive. I trusted to the firmed rules about man-version loves which proclaim that there’s no even a single word in a man’s dictionary indicating the term of “broken-heart”. Here are we, the male, who have wits and charms to mesmerize all the stupid girls outside there, and the female are destined begging for love from us.

Again, when I tried to persist these would-be super arguments, I met to no avail. And thanks to my (third, fourth or fifth? Ummm…I forget a bit, let say fourth, haha) fourth girlfriend who left the most powerful impression about love.

Of course, my live shall be continued right? And here am I now with a girl, not a replacement nor a substitute, but definitely put alakazzam inside my chest, then blow it by the pure and odorless fresh air of affections.

Yes, I finally ressurect from my very long hibernation, ready to pick my postponed true love. By the end of my finding-process, hopefully God will print a label “permanent belonging” and attach it to my girl then send it to me with one-night-service delivery.

Lastly, what I learn from is “don’t ever think that love is plain, tasteless, impassionate and ordinary, it could be a destroying-godzila or lusting-miyabi at one times, so you therefore ought to be ready to be clamored or saddened by it”.


PS: specially dedicated to a girl with my-name-written-ring in her finger.


Ratu Lanang Sejagat