EXTREMES

Love is inevitable. Love is courageousness. Love is bravery. Love is selflessness. Love is honesty. Love is peace. Love is trust. Love is sacrifice. Love is pain. Love takes us to the extremes. Love is pretentious. Love is disastrous. Love caused the Genesis. Love caused the Death. Love caused everything. Love is the worthiest of all the worthies.

Whether we admit it or not, we rush and blush whenever our conversation topic is love. We experience amazing sensations that only happen when we talk about it. As for me, love is the most difficult topic to talk about. There are just so many ideas about love I cannot express into words in the most proper way considering that love is sacred and must be ‘handled’ with care.

The thing about love is that it demands to be felt as it goes with pain as well. Love is always associated with pain. If you let someone love you, you let him hurt you. That’s the problem with love, you need to be ready with it but make sure love is ready for you as well or else all will boil down to extreme sorrow.

Love is not only the guts to say the words “I love you”, instead, it is the strength to stand for these three words and make the person feel that you really do.

Love can take you to so many places you’ve never been. Maybe love can take you to Neverland, be the Wendy with your Peter Pan. Your Peter Pan who embodies your perfect ONE. Peter Pan who never stopped loving Wendy, your caring Peter Pan, your understanding Peter Pan, your perfect man.

Certainly, love is not like our movies where there is always a happy ending. Love can’t stay for as long as forever because there is no such thing as forever. Love is not permanent. It changes. It comes back but it changes.

If to love is the sole purpose of living, I should be dying right now. I have experienced love in its different forms and I know there are more to those I have experienced.

Out of all these blahs, still, love is the most UNEXPLAINABLE feeling in the world. It just hits you for some reason no one in this planet can comprehend. It just raises your heartbeat, takes your blood to your cheeks, skips a beat when you see him, even make you lie to your parents and a whole lot of vibrations strangely occurring only when love arrives.

I met him 6 years ago. We played hopscotch. I fell. He got me up. *Sparks*

Once again, I fell. He got me up. *Sparks*

Love wasn’t in my mind those times. I have never considered loving at the age of 10.Not at the age of 10. 
He was so eager. He pursued me. I was afraid. He got dumped. He was so eager. He pursued me. I was afraid. He got dumped. He was so eager. He pursued me. I was afraid. He got dumped. He was so eager. He pursued me. I was afraid. He got dumped.
 Yes. Four pretty times. But please don’t get me wrong, I love him.

I transferred school. *Subscriber cannot be reached*
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23rd of February, 2013 we came to see each other. Several blocks, not so far.

“I was never over you.”

“I was never over you. You don’t know. I was never over you.”

Never over.

“Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.””

-Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

When Love Arrives

(Slam Poetry)