This is not about LOVE♥

This is not about LOVE


I saw him. He’s near. He’s tender. He’s affectionate. He’s sincere. He held her hands. He drew her closer. And I watched them as they vanished through the path.
This is not about LOVE.

Whenever I compose something may it be a poem, an essay, a short story, a feature, I always put my heart in it. Ofcourse. But if you’ll read all my outputs an ingredient is permanently present, there is always a touch of this so-called LOVE. It’s not because I’m always in love. I just have this own instinct that I’ll catch more of people’s interest if my topic will somehow be related to the el-ow-vi-ii thing, for I only expect students, teenagers, friends, and acquaintances to waste their time reading my works?. It add spice in my composition, it brings life and it makes it more interesting. Just like when I published my own love story in this site, I got so many reactions and comments, from friends even from strangers. I don’t know why but I suppose people are move whenever there is a presence of love, especially when they can relate. But could I possibly publish an interesting composition excluding love from it?
Now, This is not about LOVE.

He wraped his arms around her shoulder. He turned her body facing his. He looked her on the eyes then thoughtfully thumbs through her hair. Now, would you believe me if I tell you it’s not about love?
Yeah, This is not about LOVE.

She cried in my shoulder while cursing every single detail about him. With over flowing emotion, she whispered to my ear, “If only I could turn back time, I wont even waste a single moment looking at his face.” But let me tell you this is not about love.
Mind you, This is not about LOVE.

There’s a deep silence. It’s about an hour now. Still, no one wants to talk. He looked at her in the most affectionate way he can. But still he doesn’t mind. She really doesn’t wanna talk, neither he. And they will never. Could you believe? This is not about love. Still not about love.
Eventhough, This is not about LOVE.
He carefully watched them, as he held her hands and kissed her on the chick. Tears fell from his eyes. He used to be the one doing it with her. But not anymore. But he is crying not because of love. No, not about love.
Once more, This is not about LOVE.


THIS IS NOT ABOUT LOVE.
Yes it’s not. It’s more of other things.


He doesn’t cry for love, but for REGRETS.
They don’t talk not because of love, but because of PRIDE.
She doesn’t curse due to love, perhaps due to hatred.
He’s not affectionate because of love, but because of strong admiration.
And the first one is not about love, it’s more of friendship since they were best friends.

But what are the regrets for? Isn’t it because he still loves her?
Where is the pride coming from? Isn’t it from the two loving couples?
Why does hatred developed? Maybe because she loves her and he cheated.
What is the sum of admiration plus affection and attachment? Won’t it be Love?
And what’s within friendship?

Now tell me, could I possibly compose something excluding love from it? when everything includes love. Politics is love. Love for your people. Science is love, love for existing things. Poverty talks about love. Gambling is love, it’s a dangerous love for material things. Sports is love, it’s for ones health and happiness. ETC.
This is not about LOVE. This can be “not about love”. Maybe the el-ow-vi-ii a guy may feel for the girl or vice versa. Maybe the kind of romantic love couples are sharing. But the universal love? It can never be excluded.

I was lying when I told you that ‘This is not about LOVE’. But in fact, this is ALL ABOUT LOVE.