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Saturday, 7 June 2008

Silk.

My heart is wrenched.
Wretched.

There is no tears enough to fill
such an emotional depth
of this love.

To bleed silently through
the betrayal
and to love
and love.

Despite silent thorns
that pierce
so bitterly through
the heart,

she chose to love,
without requital,
and with that love so selfless,
yet so selfish,

weaving her love
softly, endearingly,
heartbreakingly
beautiful...

silk.

in dedication to the movie: Silk
starring Kiera Knightley, Michael Pitt, Koji Yakusho and Miki Nakatani
special mention: Music by Ryuichi Sakamoto

I was having a chat with Alex outside his house yesterday, and somehow or other, the conversation turned to girls (kinda as usual). And as I was thinking about what the woman of my life would probably be, I realised I didn't know what I wanted at all. We all want the usual, like good character, good looks, et. al. and there is nothing wrong with that. Its good to look for these things, and we all do want them.

But one thing above all, beyond all other precious things we want from our other half is the elusive thing called love. They say love can't be measured, but I say it can. The depth of a person's love for another can be seen in the most simple, yet most difficult choice: The choice to react or respond. To react is human, to respond is love. The thing is, we can force ourselves to respond, but that, is no longer love.

Alex said: love can't be forced. I always thought it meant I can't force others to love me. But I realised it actually means, I can't force myself to love.

爱是不能逼的。

I finally know what I want.
The problem now, is getting what I want.

12:56 pm