Book of Love 爱神の书
Chapter 3
You flip open your wallet, a picture of the two of taken together stands out.
The both of two were smiling and hugging like the end of the world in front of the camera.
To him, you had the most beautiful pairs of eyes.
To her, you had the sweetest of smiles.
Then you look at the mobile phone, the wallpaper being decorated with the unity of bonding picture of the two of you.
You keep all the messages that you’ve sent to each other.
The history of records goes as far as the birth of the new phone.
A special ringtone differentiates that someone from the rest as you will always be happier with that ringtone coming out from your phone.
You would start missing that person the moment you can’t settle your heart. Every happiness and sadness he/she would be the first one to know.
Someone who shared your memories, someone who walked you out of your darkness moment in life.
Then finally you ask yourself.
Is that person someone whom you loved the most?
Is that what Love is all about?
I don’t know.
I only know the person that who I loved the most on the very last moment I’m alive.
Mark stared at the screen with blankness.
“Do you know love?”
Those were the words that he was always asking girls that he’s dating.
“They don’t know about love as they probably only want companionship, they want attention and someone to pamper them.”
As Mark continued to look at the monitor, he realized too that he was not able to answer the question outright.
“Love is something that hurts you the most.”
Mark turned around and saw Christine behind him.
Christine tried to divert her attention to the neatly arranged files that she was trying arrange.
“Sorry, I just took a peek”
Christine apologized and made her way to the ladies.
“Love is something that hurts you the most?”
Mark keyed into his tag board, he couldn’t explain why but he just had no answer at the moment.
“Maybe Christine is right.”
Mark thought, hoping that ‘Psyche’ will reply.
As the day goes, Mark waited patiently and constantly checking on his blog.
There was no reply.
The day of an office work life comes to an end when their boss decided to leave the company at five. The dull spirit awakens through the loss of authority and control.
“Arghh… Let’s go for a drink tonight?”
Shaun offered some condolence.
“Nah..”
Mark rejected the offer.
“Oh.. Come on buddy… You had a bad day already”
Shaun tapped on his shoulder.
“Nah it’s ok pal, I’m ok man. Tomorrow is another brand new day right?”
Mark packed his bag and moved on.
Nothing seems to be in the way of obstruction for someone who is knocking off from work.
Not even a heavy rain, thunderstorm or earthquake can shattered the feeling of calling it a day at work.
The streets are bubbling with the peak hour crowds as everyone was making their way home on any form of transport available.
Mark moved against the flow of traffic.
As his small steps stroll through the crowds, his mind was still thinking about the question.
“What is Love? How much I know about Love?”
Mark recalled all the girls that he dated.
All of them claimed they loved him very much.
“How much?”
Mark would always ask them back.
“As much as you loved me”
“What if I don’t love you at all?”
“It’s ok, as long as you continue to go out with me. Whether you love me or not it doesn’t really matter right?”
“Why are we together when I don’t love you?”
“Because I love just being with you”
Mark always didn’t understand what they meant.
What’s the point of being together when one party doesn’t feel the same as the opposite?
Shouldn’t Love be equal?
As his thoughts began to settle down, Mark found himself standing in front of a rather old building.
It was the library as the signboard suggested.
Mark walked in thinking that the place would offer some silence in the crowded areas.
The library was peaceful and quiet as always.
Mark examined through the arrays of neatly arranged books on the shelves. He wondered through the fictional section, as stories would excite him as much as he remembers.
“The book of life at 15”
It caught Mark’s attention as he took out to read the synopsis on the back page.
“What do you know about life?
Have you ever taken a step backwards to look and reflect on the things that you have encountered?
Do all the things that happened to you change you to another person? What is the life of a 15 year old to you?
Do you still remember how it is like to be 15?”
Mark took out the book and started reading.
The beginning of the story was talking about a 15-year-old girl’s life in a poor family. How the family wanted to give her up to another family in bid to allow her to be raised properly. In the end her parents didn’t as they couldn’t bear leaving their child.
As Mark flipped through the pages, he came to a page with some hand written scribbles on the book.
“Love is you, you have to love yourself before you learn to love others”
Mark had no idea who wrote the sentence on the book but that sentence really struck him like a landslide.
Mark quickly borrowed the book and headed home.
After finishing his showers, Mark checked his blog once more.
There was no reply again.
Then Mark typed on his keyboard.
“Love is you, you have to love yourself before you learn to love others”
Then he waited.
There was no reply again.
Feeling down, Mark went to his couch and continued reading the book that he borrowed.
The story of the 15-year-old girl began with her childhood different other people. She has lesser to eat, lesser to wear from her brothers as they were fed to grow strong. It was a male dominant society as boys were raised proper and good with prospect of supporting the family later on. Girls were just eating the leftovers as the only thing they can do was the house chores.
Mark closed the book as it was rather late and the sleep bugs seems to start biting on him.
As he moved to switch his computer, there was a reply on his blog tag board.
It was Psyche.
“Do you love yourself in the first place?”
You flip open your wallet, a picture of the two of taken together stands out.
The both of two were smiling and hugging like the end of the world in front of the camera.
To him, you had the most beautiful pairs of eyes.
To her, you had the sweetest of smiles.
Then you look at the mobile phone, the wallpaper being decorated with the unity of bonding picture of the two of you.
You keep all the messages that you’ve sent to each other.
The history of records goes as far as the birth of the new phone.
A special ringtone differentiates that someone from the rest as you will always be happier with that ringtone coming out from your phone.
You would start missing that person the moment you can’t settle your heart. Every happiness and sadness he/she would be the first one to know.
Someone who shared your memories, someone who walked you out of your darkness moment in life.
Then finally you ask yourself.
Is that person someone whom you loved the most?
Is that what Love is all about?
I don’t know.
I only know the person that who I loved the most on the very last moment I’m alive.
Mark stared at the screen with blankness.
“Do you know love?”
Those were the words that he was always asking girls that he’s dating.
“They don’t know about love as they probably only want companionship, they want attention and someone to pamper them.”
As Mark continued to look at the monitor, he realized too that he was not able to answer the question outright.
“Love is something that hurts you the most.”
Mark turned around and saw Christine behind him.
Christine tried to divert her attention to the neatly arranged files that she was trying arrange.
“Sorry, I just took a peek”
Christine apologized and made her way to the ladies.
“Love is something that hurts you the most?”
Mark keyed into his tag board, he couldn’t explain why but he just had no answer at the moment.
“Maybe Christine is right.”
Mark thought, hoping that ‘Psyche’ will reply.
As the day goes, Mark waited patiently and constantly checking on his blog.
There was no reply.
The day of an office work life comes to an end when their boss decided to leave the company at five. The dull spirit awakens through the loss of authority and control.
“Arghh… Let’s go for a drink tonight?”
Shaun offered some condolence.
“Nah..”
Mark rejected the offer.
“Oh.. Come on buddy… You had a bad day already”
Shaun tapped on his shoulder.
“Nah it’s ok pal, I’m ok man. Tomorrow is another brand new day right?”
Mark packed his bag and moved on.
Nothing seems to be in the way of obstruction for someone who is knocking off from work.
Not even a heavy rain, thunderstorm or earthquake can shattered the feeling of calling it a day at work.
The streets are bubbling with the peak hour crowds as everyone was making their way home on any form of transport available.
Mark moved against the flow of traffic.
As his small steps stroll through the crowds, his mind was still thinking about the question.
“What is Love? How much I know about Love?”
Mark recalled all the girls that he dated.
All of them claimed they loved him very much.
“How much?”
Mark would always ask them back.
“As much as you loved me”
“What if I don’t love you at all?”
“It’s ok, as long as you continue to go out with me. Whether you love me or not it doesn’t really matter right?”
“Why are we together when I don’t love you?”
“Because I love just being with you”
Mark always didn’t understand what they meant.
What’s the point of being together when one party doesn’t feel the same as the opposite?
Shouldn’t Love be equal?
As his thoughts began to settle down, Mark found himself standing in front of a rather old building.
It was the library as the signboard suggested.
Mark walked in thinking that the place would offer some silence in the crowded areas.
The library was peaceful and quiet as always.
Mark examined through the arrays of neatly arranged books on the shelves. He wondered through the fictional section, as stories would excite him as much as he remembers.
“The book of life at 15”
It caught Mark’s attention as he took out to read the synopsis on the back page.
“What do you know about life?
Have you ever taken a step backwards to look and reflect on the things that you have encountered?
Do all the things that happened to you change you to another person? What is the life of a 15 year old to you?
Do you still remember how it is like to be 15?”
Mark took out the book and started reading.
The beginning of the story was talking about a 15-year-old girl’s life in a poor family. How the family wanted to give her up to another family in bid to allow her to be raised properly. In the end her parents didn’t as they couldn’t bear leaving their child.
As Mark flipped through the pages, he came to a page with some hand written scribbles on the book.
“Love is you, you have to love yourself before you learn to love others”
Mark had no idea who wrote the sentence on the book but that sentence really struck him like a landslide.
Mark quickly borrowed the book and headed home.
After finishing his showers, Mark checked his blog once more.
There was no reply again.
Then Mark typed on his keyboard.
“Love is you, you have to love yourself before you learn to love others”
Then he waited.
There was no reply again.
Feeling down, Mark went to his couch and continued reading the book that he borrowed.
The story of the 15-year-old girl began with her childhood different other people. She has lesser to eat, lesser to wear from her brothers as they were fed to grow strong. It was a male dominant society as boys were raised proper and good with prospect of supporting the family later on. Girls were just eating the leftovers as the only thing they can do was the house chores.
Mark closed the book as it was rather late and the sleep bugs seems to start biting on him.
As he moved to switch his computer, there was a reply on his blog tag board.
It was Psyche.
“Do you love yourself in the first place?”
[To be Cont]
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