Love n Turbulence

I’ve always been asked the inevitable question…

Hows your lovelife? Or a more demanding… Tell me about your lovelife…

Is it really a matter of great concern, or it is simply a conversation topic for lack of anything else to talk about?

For one thing… one could rant about lovelife endlessly…
And one way or the other, everyone has something to say, or a story to tell about lovelife, mostly, from break ups that, almost always, seem to have ended up with the other party causing so much heartbreak and heart aches…

Four years since I met a friend, she would still ask me… everytime… how’s your lovelife?
And my answer hasn’t changed… it’s the same… I’m allright… and nada… nothing…
And I would get the inevitable sad smiley… and the question WHY???

Why?
Because I don’t know how to tell those stories…

The truth is my life wasn’t as peaceful.
Like the others, I have my share of a turbulent life. Behind a façade, in a parallel universe, I wear a mask of serenity. But in this universe, it has vanished… in the depths of my soul… I have experienced the most heart wrenching, gut f*****g, heartbreaks… though I cannot say if they are worst than the others… it is a matter, perhaps, of perspective, a first hand experience, that can only be told in the first person.

Life is full of turbulence
It is a matter of willpower to keep my feet on the ground and rooted so that I will not fall.
Sometimes, there are hands that reach out, without their knowing… and I hold on to them…

Sometimes, I reach out to someone… and offer my hands… I know how it feels to be lost. Sometimes, they accept, sometimes, in their confusion, they turn their back. And I wish, in my mind, they will find their way.

The way I am trying to find mine.