If I were to be faced with this question a few years ago, I would have immediately roared and shot it down. Poledslicedchoppedmurderised.. Its very existence wouldn't even be acknowledged. I held the word
love in such high regard that to see it being used so bluntly and carelessly would be deemed disrespectful. A distaste. Love was to me, a glance of heaven. Something that is almost unreachable and only a handful would experience. True love is not cultivated. It just exists. Like a mother towards her babies (though mothers do have to go through hell and back to get the cubs). The only other word I placed on such a pedestal is
soulmate.
Today though, I realised that love can indeed grow. Of course it won't be like the fatedlovelove. But it still is love. It's the next best thing ;) And one thing about it is that you can actually choose to nurture it further or let it drift away. Just like happiness being a choice.
But will it be enough? Will it feel incomplete? Will there be a lingering voidness that you'll keep pushing to the back of your mind? When do you stop waiting for your soulmate?
