Falling in Love

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    I am caught in the idea of falling in love. The sparks of joy eluding my every thought that someday, someone is responsible of reciprocating the feelings I portray. It gives me hope. Hope that shall bring forth commitment that someday, I am spending the rest of my life to whom cupid has chosen to stay. Am I falling in love? Or just falling in the endless depth of uncertainty and vagueness of chance?

    Sure, craving for the sensation of butterflies is like longing for the warmness of day in winter. Like a feeling of a quenched thirst on the dessert. Like searching for treasures over unimaginable extent of the ocean. They are all desires for comfort. Like desiring comfort from someone who may or may not come.

    My sentiments admire those who have found their someone. They have fallen into the bottom of seemingly bottomless pit. Well, bottomless for some who amidst constant soul-searching, never found the right soul to be with. Or endless to those who have found multiple someone, yet their souls are still not the exact match and now, continuously searching.

    I guess love is a never-ending hole. It takes courage to jump into that hole that can never promise certainty. Some preferred to be a coward of love and are contented to be alone. But most leap fearlessly into the pit and hope for the best of everything. Luck and hope go together into the lives of the brave jumpers. A few are lucky that their holes have ends. Several need not to worry for their holes is as smooth as a water slide and a bed is waiting for them at the end, how extremely lucky! But some has been falling for years and years yet still clinging with hope that someday, they will reach the bottom. Are they just falling in the vastness of chance?

    Love is questionable, in my opinion. It questions our identity, emotions, and thoughts. It makes us vigilant and curious about things that we can and cannot manifest. It makes us question the entirety of ourselves. To say the least, I think love requires braveness. Just like life, love is unpredictable. Possibilities are everywhere. We never know what awaits us as we jump into the pit.  We never know what it brings us. We never know if people will deem our feeling mutual. And we never know if we are still falling into the chasm of love.

    Well for me, I am focusing on the other aspect of love, loving myself. I am building courage before jumping into my pit. I just surely hope that someday, I can be ready to endure the fate of never-ending hole. But for now, I enjoy being caught in the idea of falling in love.

Written by: Eusib Vincent Pulvera