Curse & blessing

If life had something of both a blessing & curse, it has to be love.

I am currently watching a Korean series ... Love story in Harvard. Of course the line is about 2 people in love, with their love journey a heartfelt series of denial, acceptance, twists & ultimately, fate as the points of separation & reunion.

There are many times in the movie where 2 souls who love each other is helpless separated; one by self denial and the other by utter confusion from the coldness of the latter. Well, it's a soap after all, isn't it, when the show tugs at your heart at moements where people almost touch, but didn't at the climax, where the 'bad guy' turns up instead? Or when the possible point of reunion is separated by the fated second or twist which made it impossible? Tragic.

So near, yet so far. Sigh. Why am I so caught up with this story? Perhaps merely the fact that the story is complexly provoking, yet interesting simply because I can relate to it.

Why do two people who love each other have to suffer so much because they try to hard to decide the best decision for each other? Love's pretty ironic in the sense that it's complexity, destroy's the simple & pure intentions behind it.

It's fascinating that people can say things they do not mean or do not know in the game of love. Or hurt people they care for most. How do they justify it? Why deny yourself & the person you love most? Was it fair to decide for the best, when it was not the best for both souls but mostly consisting of assumptions? Was it fair in Spiderman II for him to decide for MJ, when she would risk what she had for him?

But the funny thing is, it somehow always end up on the good. Spiderman got with MJ. Will it be the same for me? We'll see.

Today, someone told me that I am afraid to love because I have been hurt too much and I have given up on love. Have I? Guess I'm still picking up pieces of my heart but my journey continues, love's still the elusive treasure.