Everyday Parrot would fly down from his tree to visit the massive mirror that remained underneath it. Today was no different. He woke up, groomed his feathers and swerved down to the mirror. However, to his surprise, a monkey was examining the mirror. Frustrated, Parrot flew faster to confront the scoundrel, for the mirror clearly belonged to Parrot. No one else in the jungle ever came to look at it.
Love. People claim to be in and out of it all the time. Can we accurately put words to define this term? We all feel it at some point in our life, every human being is capable of it.
People always talk about will-power when it comes to dieting. How difficult it must be to restrict yourself from your favorite foods. You must prevent yourself over-indulging in that chocolate cake or the 9 oz. sirloin. Everyone knows that will-power is often associated with hunger, yet how come we only discuss will-power when it comes to the hunger for food? How come no one discusses will-power when it comes to dealing with people? People fill a different kind of hunger, one that is innate in every human being; the inescapable feeling of loneliness.
I loved him, that much I knew. But it was never my place to do so, he was never mine, I was never his, nor were we ever anything. This knowledge did not prevent it from occurring, instead false hope seduced me into a trance that I was unable to resist. There was this aura around him that enticed me through the years, even when I was committed to someone else. I didn’t posses love for him yet, but I would after I ended my previous relationship. But this isn’t a love story, not in any shape or form. For how could love exist if it was only imagined? At the same time, how could it be imagined if I knew it was real, and became so hard to over come? But once again, this is not a love story.