Older – Sasha Sloan

I can’t get my head around why everyone’s pretending that love is so f*&#!$@ easy.

So much so to an extent that — an urge to blow up a horribly pretended photograph clicks of them and their significant other in social media platforms tops, over enjoying the time together and letting that sink in for the sake of sinking in and sinking in only!

So much so like flaring ❤️ , 😍, 😘 … emojis is assumed to speak volumes today, over real actions and intentions of true and deep love!

 

Perhaps it’s normal norm nowadays.

Perhaps it’s because of our own self-inflicted reality; seeping slowly into our unrealistic love-ought-to-look-like templates.

Perhaps a contrived, consistency bias at play.

Perhaps all because of this fucked, social media validations mess.

 

Atlast, … alas, why ‘lies’ for something so profound, I ask?

 

Whereas, love (romantic ones) indeed is a push and pull hard work between two flawed and naked human beings.

And, true love certainly is not, … NOT a conflict free ones. Or frictionless.

Or without inevitable convolutions and boredom.

Or painful, sweet dispositions.

Or Peaks and Valleys!

 

Why am I writing these, I ask?

A voice calls from within, “Save love from the so-called-love.”