Magic Trick?

Love. They say it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. They say you can’t know what love is unless you love the same way you are loved. I should guess its true. I see couples fight (out of love of course) almost everyday. While these fights may be very tempting to stop, stare and watch, maybe even make good nighttime topics to chat for some, what we don’t see in this whole fight, is the love that these couples still share. It is invisible to you and me. Unless of course you and I are a couple and both of us are in love. I doubt that. It is that invisible thing that I wish to have in my life, which unfortunately I don’t.
I am not a fool in love, darn no!
I am a fool, deeply in love.
Or I think so.

For some of us lucky bastards, love happens at the first sight, and everything works out just fine. For the rest of us, it is as complex as trying to start a fire with just bare hands. Complications arise. Unwanted and illogical questions pop up. A lot of time is wasted. But you can’t help it.
So I start to think. What do you do when the one person, who can make you happy beyond anything, and I mean anything, whom you most wanna tell how much you love them, is the only person you can’t? What do you do when the only person that can wipe away your tears, is the one who makes you cry? What do you do? What do you do??

Well the honest answer is you can’t do anything. Maybe you’ll want to regret falling in love with that person, but I doubt anyone will fall for it.
With all these random illogical things constantly occupying my mind, it wasn’t hard for me to come up with my own theory. Like all other theories this one too is very simple. And maybe stupid. But I’d like to share it with you anyway. Here it goes.

“With every inch of love (if love could be measured lengthwise) comes 2 inches of pain.”

Or maybe one and half (I am still working on it). The point is love and pain are inseparable. Being loved is nice, but loving someone makes you feel insecure. Being missed is nice, but missing someone isn’t. Its weird.

Till date I’ve felt many different feelings. I’ve felt happy. Sad. Disgusted. Horny. Stupid. Warm, etc. But the worst feeling that I’ve ever had is that of pain. No I mean real pain! It’s as if someone just reached out for your heart, ripped it right off your chest and left you with a void. A gap. Black space full of empty feelings. It leaves you stunned. Its as if your body is moving but your mind refuses to move. It’s filled with confusion. A wet feeling in your eyes but no tears roll down. A black wall that you can’t touch, feel, hear or taste. Everything around you suddenly becomes blank. Like the television screen on a very bad rainy day. And if this happens when you are on a bike, riding at 70 kmph, you’d be very lucky to escape with just a minor accident and a bruised leg.
I know I was.
Twice.

Time changes things. And things suddenly change when you are in love.
Or one way love.
Fancy name huh? One way love. Twin brother of pain. One way love is just as bad. You know what’s worse? One way love with your friend. Sometimes you can’t even tell the other person how much you are in love with him/her, because it might just ruin your little friendship. And of course you don’t want that! It ain’t exactly a Rachel and Joey situation here you know. It’s your friend. Maybe your best friend. Or a close friend. Or maybe just a friend. But still a friend. You probably spend the whole day together. Maybe you go shopping together. Maybe share your lunch. Maybe even pretend to hate each other. Play pranks together. Throw water on each other during class. Get kicked out of the class for throwing water on each other during class. Maybe it’s all this and a tad bit more that made you fall for him/her.
But when you can’t tell him/her the way you feel about him/her, it just kills you. You feel frustrated and angry. You feel like crying. You feel painfully stupid. Just a word of advice though: DO NOT RIDE OR DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES.

When it comes to love and relationships, I may not be the most wise person to comment anything on it, but what you are gonna read next comes straight from the inside.

When you love a person not because of the way she looks, or for the way she dresses, you start to realize that for each moment that you have loved her she becomes more and more beautiful.
Strange.

It’s like magic.

Hmmm…maybe that’s why they say love is magical.
But isn’t magic just another illusion? A trick?

So is love an illusion too? Is it a magic trick?