Free Fall

Something I realized today.

Being in love defers from man to woman.

I know its common sense but when you meet a male who’s never been experienced and never was in many relationships before, you enjoy it because he’s a noob with you. Trying new things with you. You are loving it.

But the truth is, its not as fun as you think it’ll be, for he will take over and control the rational side of you, let me illustrate why.

Without noticing it, you will find yourself saying the word “yes” to everything. Because how can you say “no” to a person so sweet and so tender. A person who does everything right, and who’s ready to get into the next flight to your city just to see your pretty smile. Even the cruelest of hearts cannot resist such sweet temptation.
And as soon as you hear the words “I love you” coming from him after few weeks of being together, you are shocked but at the same time you get the feeling that you want to provide him everything he wants. Because that’s how a female is like when she’s in love.

If a womanizer male, on the other hand, or a little more experienced or someone who’s been “there” before and said the three words you love hearing, for some reason your reaction won’t be the same as with the inexperienced male.

I wonder why.

Is it because we think the inexperienced boys are less dangerous for us? Since they haven’t been with someone else before, the first assumption we think about is how they would treat us like queens and won’t harm us.

For they still have their pure thoughts of how to treat a woman, because their virgin minds has not yet been fucked before. Thus, we believe they are more reliable, we feel more secure with them. They’re thoughts are not yet polluted with dirty thoughts and the book of rules and so on.

Although they are most wanted from most females, I still think we should be more careful from the virgin minds rather than going through the dreadful phase with the experienced ones.

For me, its enough scary being with someone, but to provide him everything he needs is the end of it. Especially when you’re somewhere between loving him and hating him will make you lose your identity, standards and ethics.

I always believed love is dangerous. Even when I met the one and only, my belief was still there but was pushed in the back of my head. Because I believe he is worth the pain.

Something I never thought I’d say, and things I never thought I’d do, like letting my heart guide my steps while my brain rested from thinking, cause that’s what it did to me. This new sweetest love had let me rest my mind for a bit, and little by little –somehow- it made me give up on my beliefs and views about relationships. About my limits and where to stop.
My emotions took over. I’m starting to lose myself in the unknown.

Right now, the person in love that exists inside me who I don’t recognize anymore, is living in the wide white space that’s called the love zone. This zone has nothing but a black fence somewhere in the far sight. This black fence is called limits.

The shy, realistic, reserved Virgo who’s always put so much effort in thinking and criticizing life and people, is free-falling in the wide white space, so sure of that person who is standing there, waits patiently to catch her with arms wide open.

The only problem in this liquid dream though is, Virgo cannot see limitations anymore.

Its bittersweet conflict, that one cannot resist when conjoined with the beloved. Lust takes over, where sins taste much better than any other luscious love.

Indeed, love is blind.