just askin’

When you fall inlove foolishness comes with it. Like when you order a cheeseburger meal. You have to order large fries and coke-float with it! Because you can never be satisfied with cheeseburger alone, right? Same goes in falling inlove. Without foolishness it is not love, it’s just infatuation or puppy love. I have this rhetorical question implanted in my head for the past few months. Do all couples in a romantic relationship really inlove? Or they just want a companion? A bestfriend? Friends with benefits? A rebound? Someone they can drag to anywhere?

Ofcourse the obvious answer is, no. Because the words “all couples” are too general. And therefore I will change my silly question. Do some couples really have “true love” in their relationship? Unconditional love,even?

wait and wait and wait

I feel like I’m a caged animal. A prisoner who anticipates his freedom. A dog that waits for his master, but I’m the kind of dog who can’t bear the wait. And goes to his master’s office or wherever he is. Waiting is inevitable. Like traffic or falling in love with a douche bag. I feel like I’m waiting for something astonishing and exciting. But I don’t really know what it is. And I think that’s one of the essence of life, waiting for something that is unexpected or unplanned. Like a surprise!