My Love

I'm cool in big deals but often blow my top off for nothing. I enjoy being by myself, but after a while alone I would often feel lonesome and restless. I dream of winning a big lottery but I'm not a cheapy--if you know what I mean. I love reading but fall short, way short, of being an accomplished scholar. I yearn for someone I could spend the rest of my life with but I've parted ways with more than one I have loved...I also like classical music, hiking, shooting bull with friends...No, I don't dig smoking or heavy drinking, and I hate parties. I can't make small talks. I don't know why, I just can't. As for women, of course I love them. That's why we're here, isn't it?

To be in love is the most beautiful, the most exquisite, the most tantalizing experience one could have in life. The only problem is this experience is short-lived. I've learned just a while ago that our brain would stop reacting to anyone or anything we love and crave after a while. It's nothing to do with our personality, or morality, for that matter. It's just how we're made up with. I've never met one couple who are still truly happy after five years' of marriage. There are a lot who look happy in front of you. But behind you, it's a totally different matter.

Because love is such a beautiful and exquisite thing, that's why I'm after it; and that's why I treasure it. On the other hand, I believe the purpose of life is to be happy. And if two people are not happy anymore together, they should part company amiably before disappointments turn into loathing or revulsion.

That said, I still hold my hope that one day I can find my exception--the true love with whom I can spend the rest of our lives together.