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Profound love: nowhere to be found; extinct

Bridges of Madison County was the latest book I started on and was able to finish. (clap, clap, clap. haha.) It was the true life story of two people hooked and drawn to that kind of love which is so profound, something that is nonexistent nowadays (at least for me, you can quote me on that) The love they had was not that of the selfish love most people share.

At a time like ours, we won't find anything like that.

I see people fall in love so fast and fall out of it so much faster.
I see couple drifting apart.
I sense hearts breaking all the time.
Every minute, a new relationship is born.
But for every second, 5 or more relationships die.
Relationships break easily.


This is true and real.
I can feel it every waking moment.
And sips right through me everytime I try to sleep.
But I don't ask why.
I take it as it is.
I don't want to question the inevitable loss, the existence of nothing, and the barely-there thing left.
The answers might just confuse me all the more. Or I might find out that there were no answers really.


Robert Kincaid was definitely the last of the cowboys. They are gone now, but it's ok. That's how life rolls. I never get sad no more for the nonexistence of those beautiful things. I would have to live with life's imperfection. Just like Marilyn Monroe said, imperfection is beauty.


This profound love each of us wants may not exist no more, but we can create a love that is entirely our own, maybe far greater than that.


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For all the Robert Kincaids who lived and died, my love goes out to you all.
For all the Francesca Johnsons, we do not have to wait for another Robert Kincaid, let's make a Robert Kincaid out of em bastards. We can do it because we're special like that.

posted by Miss Mal @ Sunday, August 13, 2006