ONLY LOVEBIRDS KNOW LOVE

Lovebirds are amazing creatures. It’s hard to say that animals have no feelings because lovebirds prove otherwise. They can only live in pairs. When one of the pair dies, the other will soon die. Knowing this information makes me wonder if I would ever get any kind of love that’s remotely close to what the lovebirds feel. Makes me wonder if I deserve to be loved like that.

As I sit here on my balcony, writing away, staring at the lovebirds, I wonder if my life will always be the same way it is going now, I wonder if I’ll always have to live life alone. I wonder if there is any girl who would amaze me enough to make me want to be like the lovebirds.

Some girls in the past have claimed to love me, some girls have claimed to be there for me always, but these claims never manage to get fulfilled. These claims just remain what they are – words. Words that could mean everything, but yet the same words could also mean nothing when there is no action being taken to fulfill them.

As I sit here on my balcony, just observing the lovebirds, I really wonder if there is anyone out there who would take the time to notice me – notice what I can offer, notice what I can give, notice that I myself, can love like how these lovebirds love. Girls nowadays are not interested in that though right? They want so many other things, but not love. And I can’t offer anything else apart from love, so I have to sit here, alone, and wonder what it would be like to find a girl who just wants to be loved properly.

Yet part of me just clings on to the hope. Hope that there is someone out there who would understand what I am feeling, understand what I am trying to find, understand what I am writing right now. Part of me believes that there is a girl whom I would find someday who would believe in all of the things that I believe in, who would take my hand and tell me I’m all that she needs, who would want love as much as I do.

Part of me clings onto the hope that someday, I will not be alone on this balcony. Part of me clings onto the hope that someday, I will truly understand what it means to be nothing without someone’s grace. Part of me clings onto the hope that someday, I will feel what the lovebirds feel – to be able to not only give love, but receive the exact same thing back in return.