As usual, we met by the sea. I saw her coming from afar. She looked beautiful.
The new summer breeze danced around
the palm trees, rolling over the lamp post and curling around her waist, acting
funny.
I had been meddling with the issues playing and replaying at the
back of my mind. So much that I didn't realize when she came.
Busy chatting with my girlfriend, I almost forgot that
she was with me. She has never complained of me ignoring her or taking her for
granted.
She never looked so beautiful as she did that night. She looked
subtle and yet full of life in her white dress. Her golden brown hair let
loose. The cool breeze played with her hair…falling on her shoulders. Her
twinkly eyes shone with the street lights. She looked like a goddess of Love.
We spoke and spoke almost the whole night…about work, families,
life, countries and cultures. And she would, as always give the most beautiful
view point to all that I thought was fixed. She saw timelessness where I saw
limits. She enjoyed the pleasure of confusions wherever I felt nuisance. She indeed
has mastered the art that I had not even yet learnt to appreciate. I created philosophies
and she skillfully would mend them in beautiful verses.
Her company seems like the most precious gift I could ever have.
I tried holding back myself to express how overwhelmed I always was when she was around. I wanted to hold her and tell her all that I felt for her.
“I want to say ‘I Love You’
but I cannot.” I said, hesitatingly.
Her rose petals lips curved for a smile and her starry eyes
as if giggled.
“You can”, she said
turning back.
“Love is not a commitment. Love is neither restricted to marriage nor a binding relationship of dedication or loyalty.” She said smiling complacently.
“Did you just try to ‘specify’/limit/set standards/draw
guidelines’ for Love?”
I went speechless.
I went speechless.
“So just say it…. express, say
all that you have, dig yourself deep inside and take out and say everything you have about you loving me”, she said.
Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans.
ReplyDelete― Peter F. Drucker
Without commitment, you cannot have depth in anything, whether it's a relationship, a business or a hobby.
― Neil Strauss
Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn't what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.~ Paulo Coelho
ReplyDeleteLove is a sentiment that drives us to want to commit to someone, but this does not mean that love will always be followed by the will to commit or vice versa.
In a sense, commitment is a sort of shackle that we want to surround ourselves with driven by a notion that only then love will last.
True love will transcend commitment and will not, in the long run, allow itself to be restricted by it.
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
~ T. S. Eliot