Overdued Love

The past week, I've been mourning so much I can't find anything nice to write. And I definitely don't want to whine & whine on my blog. But, as a wise ass said one time: nothing last forever, including life, or in this case, health. And life goes on. I'm sure that's what Coki wants me to do.

I walked to the post office today and find that the ambiance started to feel autumn-y. I love the feeling. I love fall of all season and the weather was getting a bit nippy. Goody, I just bought myself a nice pashmina that would go well with the weather. People start wearing clothes again. Yeah, real clothes. Man, I'm gonna miss Chicago if I ever have to leave. I can't tell you guys anything just yet because I might jinx it. But... yeah... I might have to leave Chicago.

But, meanwhile, back on my story, it was just a lovely day. I passed by a small park on my way to the post office and I saw some couples were hanging out, many of them are grandmas & grandpas. I'm really into old grandmas & grandpas spending time / walking together holding hand. Don't they just give you the warmest feeling? For me, it gives me proves that true love does exist, and doesn't fade away, it might evolve, it won't fade. You see, someone scared me one time about a theory he got from his psychology professor that stated that love fades away in two years. That after that period of time, just the feeling of love is going to be substituted with something else, some enzym or hormon or chemical in our brain (which I forget what). It has seriously freaked me out.

I'm not into corny stuffs. Poetry or singing under my window is absolutely unnecessary. But there have got to be something, a sign or anything that shows me that Mr. Right is right after 2-year. Also that he cares and does love me and will love me after 2-year period of time.
And after that 2-year period of time, if people still want to get married, they are not geting married for insurance or to have a 'roomate' or because he/she is used to someone, or to have someone taking care of you & cook for you or buy you diamonds and roundtrip ticket to the whole continent of Europe for all I care.

Am I naive for wanting that?

Just like Carrie (sex and the City) said on her last episode "I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. "

Yeah.... uh-huh, that’s more like it.