Bittersweet

"Should we not be able to spend our lives together, we shall die on the same day. Eternity shall be my witness, till death do us part."

Love is a strange thing. Intangible, illusive, overwhelming. It is the root of the greatest achivement yet the source of the darkest hatred. It is the driving force to achieve the impossible and the motivation to destroy. It is an oxymoron. It makes while it lasts, it wrecks when it leaves.

Love makes people commit the same mistake they swore not to just yesterday. It makes people go weak in their knees and live life satisfying their lover's goal - instead of their common goal. Not many people realise that love is about sharing, sacrifacing, and mutual respect. Not so long ago, a friend of mine held on to this belief: "I love you, thus I can't let you go, even if you were miserably trapped like a bird in a cage." She was blind to the fact that her partner was writhing in pain, withering in distaste and chained by guilt. She did not know the meaning of sacriface. She did not realise that loving someone means that you will do your best to bring happiness to his/her life.

Someone dear to Kimono, was not spared the pain of losing Cupid's arrow too - right after it was shot. She seems to be a pawn of Fate. Someone who could not rid the shadow of people who did not know the meaning of love. Someone who wished on someone else's star. Her pain, her tears, and her unrequited sacriface towards the other party, goes to show that this star will never love her enough to become her falling star in return.

It is not easy to find a sole shining star for ourselves in the average homosapien lifespan of 80 years. However, if we do find it, treasure it. Live each day like it's your best, like it's your last. It's not everyday that your love is reciprocrated. Most importantly, it's not everyday that your star becomes the star that falls for you in return.