February

This month will be dedicated to love love love love love love love love and nothing but love. I shall begin with . . .

O' Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art though Romeo?

The days I used to walk in to a party and have men swirling around me are gone… actually those days never really did happen…. Today, I suffer from Bjork’s “I miss you but I haven’t met you yet” syndrome. I also just finished writing a paper on Romeo and Juliet—so this should justify my current mood. I’m in love with the idea of being in love. Scary! But wouldn’t it be wonderful to have someone say upon seeing you, “Has my heart loved till now?”

When I was young I thought love was on every corner, ready to take me on its arms and whisk me away at my convenience. I also thought that everyone would be single as long as I’m single and that happiness of the “Couple” world was a myth. This whole situation reminds me of an old friend. One day I got out of the shower and found her in the living room. She was having difficulty breathing. It was her 25th birthday and the absence of love rendered her sick. She thought that by twenty-five she would have found him. The only thing I could do was hold her. As I ran my fingers through her hair I told her it was going to be okay and that love will claim her. Love did claim her. The sad thing about this is that I don’t know where she is now. She joined the other world where people I used to know reside. I think one of the reason we lost track of each other was because she didn’t understand my lack of zest to search for Romeo.