Of Broken Hearts and all that crap

I have this friend who puts "the heart does strange things when it is broken" after each and every email she posts on our egroups. It's pretty sad mainly because we all know who she used to go out with and they were going out for a long time. Compounded with this is the fact that she wanted to get married and he didn't. I feel even more sorry for her because a scarce few weeks before they broke up, she had sent me a nasty email about how she hated my guts, or something to that effect, and she stressed the point that i should be thankful that her BOYFRIEND was too nice to get pissed at me as well. What goes around comes around, I guess, but although I have to admit that it gives me some small measure of satisfaction that she fell flat on her face in that respect, I am not happy at the thought of yet another couple breaking up.

Relationships are so complicated and just when you think you have it all worked out, something comes up and you manage to mess it up. I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world and yet somehow, I am incapable of measuring up to him. I have no idea why I keep discovering ways to screw up our relationship when he has done nothing to deserve it. Maybe it's because I love him so much that subconsciously, I try not to. I don't know. All I know is that he's one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out.

W.B. Yeats Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire;
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries,
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving,
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep, it is your eyes that close.

it all began when...

I was lying in bed last night... i don't exactly know what i was doing, but as in the case as when most epiphanies strike us, my mind just started going off on its own tangent, and before i knew it, i was coming up with the middle of some story and i realized that if i didn't write it down at once, i would forget it and wake up the next day knowing that I had thought of something incredible the previous night, but for the life of me, couldn't remember what it was. So i grabbed this old steno notebook and a leaky black ballpen that was lying around and began writing furiously.

"... until she came along. Women have a delightful way of ruining a perfectly good thing, and i'm sure that all men will agree with me on this. Look at the Garden of Eden, for example. Man was having a good old boy's night out. He was in Paradise, for Christ's sake. And then God had to ruin it all by creating Woman. And that's where all the trouble began. (isn't it just like men to blame everything that's wrong with the world on one woman?)

Along with the Woman came responsibilities and as if THAT wasn't bad enough, God also told Adam and Eve to 'go forth and multiply...'. Great. Children and parenting had come into the picture. Even MORE responsibilities! It was just too much for the poor Man to take. He had been happy with the simple pleasures of life without a Woman to complicate matters. The Woman had never known what it was to be alone and free, and She would never experience it either because She had been designed to carry another person inside herself and so her consciousness was geared towards seeking the component which would make that possible.

Thousands of years after Man had choked on the Apple of Wisdom because it was too much for him to absorb, men are still yearning for those short-lived blissful days when they were single in Paradise."

Hm. I really thought it would be a much longer entry than this. On the other hand, considering that this is the first non-work-related literary work that I've managed to do in almost a year, I would say it was decent enough.

hmmm.

If someone copies my blog, publishes it as his own and makes millions out of it, can I sue him? =)