This post is dedicated to a friend of mine, he knows who he is. He’s found “lurve”, and I wish him best of luck with it. (Okay, my apologies to the dude)
Love’s a many splendoured thing, and frankly, it’s marvellous to see the mushiness from the outside (and laugh at it too), but it’s hitting closer to home.
So, here’s the scenario, of some poor chap who decides to be mushy with yours truly.. (Not that there are people foolhardy enough to try that!)
Poor Chap (PC): Shruti, come here. Let me gaze into your lovely eyes.
Ogre Shrutz (OS): (quirking eyebrow) Uhm, do you KNOW who I am? Who you’re talking to? Are you running a fever? How long is it since you checked your eyes?
PC: (Kind of abashed) Uhmm, I thought….
OS: Oh you did, did you? I was assuming you didn’t. Ahh well…
Score 1-0 to the Shrutz. Frankly, he never stood a chance.
Okay, on a more serious note, here’s a quote I found (Thanks Thinkexist.com)
We come to love, not by loving the perfect person, but, by loving an imperfect person perfectly.
What does perfect love mean? Here’s my tuppence worth:
Love lasts, in life and beyond. Love means respect, gratitude, forgiveness and above all, loyalty. It does not mean that your identity gets submerged, but it helps you become a better person. Love means knowing the other person, more than yourself. Love means being able to recognise imperfections, but loving all those quirks and idiocy, regardless. Above all, love lasts….
(Refer 1 Corinthians 13… I can’t say it better)
With regards to my friend, love for me means being able to say…
XXX & YYY sitting on a tree……
Ahh revenge! Eet ees sweet…