L-O-V-E-D

Not quite derived from Frank Sinatra.. but rather, from my lil 2 year old cousin.. and coincidentally, from Valentine's Day 2009..

I spent Valentine's Day in the most unexpected of ways. No candle lit dinner, in fact I didnt have an ounce of food for more than 36 hours.. Not that it was my expectation for the day either.. The only thing I wanted to do was to get an outrageously rude card, but never got around to it.

I was unconscious for part of it, semi unconscious for the other.. yet I was surrounded by those that hold me dearest to them. I could vaguely make out the smiles and grins in my drugged state of mind. The voices were soothing though I could barely respond and was sick after. And I was quite aware of the flower, mags, autographed poster, biccies, and a day later: the cold starbucks hot choc. Those who were far away, I knew I was in their hearts too..

One would be surprised the lengths that others would go for another. From foot steps to miles. Or even in their stationary positions.

Prior to this, a year prior to the experience above, I received one of those forwarded text messages from Jib, my hairstylist.. There I was sat in the library, pondering on the big fuss of V day and love.. and brilliantly(or not), I came up with the following:

'Love is created and merely exists in the imagination; but manifests itself in reality.'

14th February 2008

I doubt I am wiser now than a year before. If there is one thing that I do not know/venture/dont want to is in that particular L field. But 8 years down the road, prior to the above date, another form of love was expressed to me, one that linked a genuine friendship. So perhaps, love manifests itself in different forms?

Even if it was or is in my imagination, it exists/existed and manifests/manifested coz i feel/felt it.. And just as how I had replied to Zahra, I love each and everyone of you too..

for 14th February 2009