and i want to believe in love again,

and i want to believe In love again,
(not the complicated thing adults LOVE to think they have)
i just want to, and i know i'm going to, with YOU.


Haha. Gosh, what a pathetic short poem there. But yeah, how I miss loving, in its simplest form, without all the hassle that makes it complicated, when it is not supposed to be, just like how when we fell in love for the very first time when we were young. Well, anyway, to make up for the nausea induced in you after reading that, here's Taylor Swift's 'Fifteen' for you (:



You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors
It's the morning of your very first day
And you say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while
Try and stay out of everybody's way

It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here
For the next four years in this town
Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say
"You know, I haven't seen you around before"

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
And when you're fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure out
Well, count to ten, take it in
This is life before you know who you're gonna be
Fifteen

You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail
And soon enough you're best friends
Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool
We'll be outta here as soon as we can

And then you're on your very first date and he's got a car
And you're feeling like flying
And you're momma's waiting up and you're thinking he's the one
And you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends
When the night ends

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
When you're fifteen and your first kiss
Makes your head spin 'round
But in your life you'll do things greater than
Dating the boy on the football team
But I didn't know it at fifteen

When all you wanted was to be wanted
Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
But I realized some bigger dreams of mine
And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy
Who changed his mind and we both cried

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall
I've found time can heal most anything
And you just might find who you're supposed to be
I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen

Your very first day
Take a deep breath girl
Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors


I think the lesson to be shared makes a lot of sense, just that maybe some of us experience it way later after we're 15. But nonetheless, whatever your age is when you have it, there is one thing in common about teenage love, an indubitably universal human experience: it is colossal, but it doesn't define what life is about because granted, as much as love is important, it isn't the sole thing we live for, and in time, we will realize just that (:

So, the next time love brings you down, tell yourself you gotta cheer up because there's gonna be more to life. After all, we're still so young and that is the privilege of being young - we can still afford to make all the mistakes. What matters is not how much heartache must we put up with, how many teardrops must we shed. What matters is you learn from them and in the process, you learn to love better, ultimately, like the way you're supposed to be (:

I just finished re-reading Shel Silverstein's 'The Giving Tree', one of my childhood favorites, and it reminded me of the importance of such great love. The pseudo-internal tension when the tree grows old and the boy, now an old man, returns to it, could reflect the nature of our love in general. However, the tree's actions to continue loving the boy form an impression of a character we admire and even seek to emulate. I would say Silverstein strikes a delicate balance between realism and idealism. The traits of the tree aren't so exaggerated and as much as they could be too perfect to be true (vis-a-vis our more bitter reality), we can still relate to them and think that it is (still) possible to be like the tree. Definitely a delight reading, so much that I didn't not want it to end while it lasted.

Granted, it is again, a happy ending and yes, admittedly, I have this tendency to be against this sort of things because in practice, this world isn't that flawless (and many people aren't contented so, where do you find such self-sacrificing love in this place?). But despite that, this book provides more than just an avenue for escapism; it is subdued with enough honesty and 'realness' that it doesn't end up being just another fairy tale that fails to links itself back to its readers, unsuccessfully driving the message home.

After all, happy endings are nice. But realistic happy endings, ah, wouldn't they be even better? :P




Your childishly- (but not immaturely so) in-love blogger,


Perd
(yeah, right. HAHA).