I suppose, relationships are like books.
Entering the battlefield of love is like walking into a bookstore, or a library, or anywhere else
bookful (like it’s even a word). On the left side, to the right side, on all side, to all possible side.
I find shelves with tags, some are familiar to me, some are not, some I am not sure if I’m familiar
or not. Just like the real world where I hunt for relationship.
I wonder, I wonder, which section is going to suit me best?
Sometimes, I choose based on reasons. A lot of the other time, I choose because of something
I’m ashamed to say—–fate (in whispering volume). But whatever section it is, I’ll find books.
And here’s when it gets tricky.
Finding things, doesn’t always mean you can have them, right?
There, then, like I said before, relationships are like books. Furthermore, the finale question
is always the same, “So, what’s my book?” What genre would satisfy me? How thick I can
manage to read? What cover I’d like to stare, again… and again?
Thus, I wonder, I wonder, which book is going to suit me best?
I wander my eyes, as far as my sight can go, as far as I can take into my focus. Books, are all
around the place. Big books, small books, diary full of personal things, self- learning books that
(probably would) help me to reinvent myself, fantasy fictions that will make me live in the
non-existing world? Or maybe I’d like to try the tragic drama? Mystery? Astrology? Darn, it’s
Confusing, because the more choices you have,
the harder you can think right and take the right decision.
Nevertheless, I go to the next step, because I have to. I go (or I went?) to the next step. I believe
that time doesn’t wait for anyone, who knows what tomorrow bears. Thus, here’s what I do, a
little warm greeting to begin with. “Hello, books, please be nice to me.” I said to myself withan
inaudible voice. After that, I continue to another step, I started to choose. And I find that-of
course subjectively-some books don’t even get my attention, the ones I like to have are too
expensive to purchase, the others? Well, I don’t think I’ll understand so I skip them. Above all, I
only want to say that these-get rejected-books, are not ‘not qualified’ enough, it’s just, they are
not (again) fated with me.
Now, what happens to the others that are fated with me?
Long road, long-long road they go. Some, I can enjoy since the beginning to the end (a very rare
case), some, I must struggle to stay at the boring-tiring beginning to get to the fun part. In some
other cases, I give up because I’m not committed enough to finish them. Some, I could
finish without any problem. But even for the finished books, some are not even in my memory at
all, some are lost even before I can save them, some I accidentally find again in my long-long
forgotten treasure box, some I can’t describe what I actually feel about it. Some, become my
favorite. Some others, I hate.
But books are easier than relationships.
When you choose them, they don’t reject. When you buy them, they won’t cheat on you and go
the become someone else’s. When you choose to want to read them again more seriously, they
don’t forbid you. They are not alive. It’s easier. But relationships, for crying out loud, are harder
to understand. Anyway, to some certain levels, I still think that relationships are like books
because no matter what, they always give you something to think about, and some feelings to feel
about, despite how insignificant they are.
So, now, now, I wonder, I wonder, what book are you reading?