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HATE LOVE STORIES…

It’s either someone dies or someone leaves. Basically, love is pain…

SPOILER ALERT…

This could have been like others, but it’s a love story whose ending you never saw coming…

AUTHOUR’S NOTE

Love stories… don’t we just love to read them? The way the prince charming walks in just in time to save his emotional unstable maiden is always a delight to watch. Except for one thing: it’s not real. I hate to be the bearer of bad news buddy but you see, soap operas, movies, love stories are all make-believe. You see, for as long as I can remember, I have held on to the idea of love as portrayed in movies. Imagine my surprise when my prince charming refuses to make a grand romantic entrance. That day, I realized life is not a fairy tale, happy ever after aren’t real and there are no fairy god mothers. In real life, there are no happy ever afters; love is real but usually it demands more than you can give. In real life, its either someone dies or someone leaves. Basically, love is pain. Enjoy I HATE LOVE STORIES…

courtsy of: Rendel Lai Photography

Ivy’s story is a classic boy meets girl, girl meet boy, chatted, it was epic, turned instant best friends like one of those best friends’ movies, and we all know what will come next after that.

Falling in love.

Hard.

Fast.

A one-sided love story, as people always call it. Ivy was ruled over by her emotions, she reasoned with her heart rather than her head. Often times, she could hear her HOD’s voice “you are smarter than this Ivy, smarter than those silly little girls that reason and take decisions based on how they feel”. Well, at least he thought she was smart but Ivy was just a girl with all her flaws and with all her goodness.

So Ivy fell hard, fast, head over hills in love with her best friend without knowing when or how it happened. All she could think about was how the light shines from his eyes, like everything he sees is beauty. I remember her telling me once that he is a goldmine and everything he touches turns gold, how his voice never fails to hypnotize her, demanding her full and undivided attention. How his touch though friendly always make her feel safe like there’s this peace energy that just connects to her whenever he holds her hand.

And there was her heart… singing out his name, pinning and hoping for even the slightest sign that he would see her as more than just a friend he hang out with… more than just the best friend he confides in… much more than anything else, she wanted to be more, to mean more to him. She was the girl of his dreams masquerading as his best friend; hoping that one day, just one day he will come to realize how much she means to him, he will come to see how the light shines from her eyes, like everything she sees is beauty…TO BE CONTINUED