Dear WORLD,

They say there are only two great things that are supremely important in your place. First, you must learn how to give out love and second, you must learn how to let it come in.

For a time I sensed that your people could never afford to carry on a life without love. The stuffed toys, the roses and the hugs and kisses from sweet couples trying to communicate love to each other makes love a great emotion to cherish. But out of curiosity, I would like to ask what happens when in a split of a second, love disappears into thin air? Would people still offer stuffed toys and roses even if they feel that they no longer contain the love that they used to have? Would there still be hugs and kisses even if they knew that their passion for each other faded together with time?

Yes, I do would like to believe in people’s enchanted accounts on how breathtaking their lives have been since the time they found the “one”. But in the stories of those people who weren’t fortunate enough, I somehow find myself in isolation, doubting the strength of this emotion, given that even they tried a lot of efforts to make their relationships work, not anything really happened. Except for the tears shed in the cold rainy nights and wishes of sweet escape from the anguish of a break-up, love furnished them nothing.

I say, there are two most painful experiences in life as I witnessed. First, the moment you learn how to love and next, the moment you realize that you have to let it go. These two make an ironically wonderful cycle of finding and losing, of making and breaking and of sacrificing and convincing yourself that you must never regret that moment you chose to fall in love.

World, meet me. An anonymous entity in the sea of those who thrive to attempt to persuade me that everything in an existence is dull without love. But since I have seen nothing in your place but betrayal and pain these days, my faith in what you call love swayed. Now I don’t understand why people still try to catch their hopes on someone who could never return the emotions that they feel. Aren’t they just being pathetic and pitiful expecting something that can never be theirs? I see your women, hearts scathed, just because their men discovered they do not make a beautiful match. I see your men, sober and broke all because they weren’t good enough to be the ideal. Every passing day, I have observed a lot about love. Many were good but more were sad.

Truthfully, sometimes, the best notions in life are washed out by occurrence of hurtful dealings. I used to enjoy seeing your people smile in immense pleasure with what they feel. But now, my heart goes out for them. I know they would regret falling in the traps of love as soon as they find out that they will only end up getting hurt. If love could not give anything but pain, it might be just good to forget it. Yes, forget it.

I can’t guess how you would consider this. But if you happen to know love more than me, then I can’t wait for your enlightenment.


Always,

The Black Anonymous