Lovestruck (One)

"I wish you were like a magazine that I can hold and read before I go to sleep."

From my adolescence to adulthood I've always loved and hated falling in love, particularly when I travel abroad. The spark is so bright and intense, the feeling is so mutual in almost every aspect. The sex is great, even if it's not, it's passionate. But leaving is the killer, like the first glance, first kiss. Most of the time, if not all, we almost never meet again.

Thanks to technology, there's Facebook, there's gmail and skype to keep that memory somewhat alive.

But all there is left in reality are the routines that you don't want to do, the books you don't want to read, and the only things that keep you going are the music that reminds you of the time you met and the photos you took of him. They become crack and draws you into the memories so deeply sometimes you lose track of where you are because reliving that moment becomes so painfully desperate, then you may want to make irrational decisions like flying there, somewhere, anywhere, just to chase that pink fluffy happy ending.

It's never like that.

People move on in reality and one day turns into one week turns into a year, ten years. Never.

What am I supposed to do now?