Fiery sky in Singapore.
View on the office rooftop
I think love for the brokenhearted is something like food for someone who’s just had indigestion. You lose your appetite. Even if there is a scrumptious meal in front of you, you know that you can’t take it. If you force yourself to eat it, you will just throw up. It takes some time before you can actually stomach it. But over time, your appetite will come back. You will crave for it. And when you do, then you know you’re ready to take another bite.
Sunset in Ke Ga, Vietnam
“It’s enough to just sit here in a cafe, sniff the smell of the city, like a dog might, listen to voices and sounds, and gaze at the faces of the people passing by.” -Sumire in The Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
I think people should just say it out right when they like someone. There won’t be any second-guessing. There won’t be any pointless jealousy. You won’t have to constantly wonder whether you messed up your reply and he or she won’t answer you back. There won’t be any infernal waiting game. You know it immediately and you can easily terminate whatever feeling you have before it starts getting hard to handle. But I wonder, without these things, will it be as magical? Is it boring to play it safe? Or is the head first plunge better?
When you stare at someone you barely know and you somehow managed to convince yourself that he or she is the perfect person for you, is it instinct? Or, perhaps, the desperate desire to finally end the “search” you trapped yourself in from years of dreaming about love?