True love..?

You may have been or had enjoyed being loved or being cared. And very rarely, it sticks with you. It’s never true although it is said to be. My words seem like a myth, but it’s a truth. Love is never true. It’s just an emotion which dwells within someone’s self. Like a parasite. It eats your inner self into tiny bits, and then it leaves.

I have read this story a few years ago, and I have forgotten its name. The story is a about a boy, dying for the love of some girl who he had seen at his school. Might as well say she is the girl everyone was dying to be friends with. (The story seems quite modern despite being a novel from the eighteenth century) the boy, who fell in love with her proposed to her, but she rejected him saying that she will only accept him if he brought her a red rose, knowing that the city only grew white ones.
The boy was heartbroken when he heard this and went home, his face soaked in tears. Along the way he met a talking crow, and when it asked him what the matter was, the boy explained the tragedy to the crow. The crow explained to the boy that he could get a red rose but, he shall only dip the rose into his own blood. As the boy was willing to do anything to accomplish the girl’s love, he indeed soaked a white rose with his own blood and made his way to the girl’s house. Again, the girl rejected him saying that the rose was soaked in blood, and she crushed it under her feet. After seeing this, the boy stumbled to the girl’s feet and began to cry, but the girl only kicked and cursed him.
It was later told in the story that the boy died of a heart attack after several years of serving the mental asylum.

That is just a story, might as well be based on a true event. I don’t know

I may not know much, but as a kid I learnt a lot. My mother is like a boomerang that never stops working to earn, only to raise me, just to give me a happy life. She doesn’t understand that what a loner I must be. I know she loves me but that relationship must already have been dissolved because of her work.

Now, as an adult I learnt some more, I learnt to love, and to be loved. Same with most people, I have been fed with the very nutrients of love. Happiness, honesty, care, and sex. I had many marvelous encounters, and heartbreaking break-ups. Somehow I am alive. But I will never believe that true love exists. Never.

Many of you guys may have something nasty on your mind about me. Like: “this guy is a jerk. He must be a kid still experiencing his adolescence…” yeah, I am experiencing.

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