Yep. Love.
Seems pretty pathetic if you ask me.

For countless centuries‚ multitutes of millenia have included love as the single basis which makes the world go around. Bullshit. Cash flow and municpitality amongst politics and degradation would be a more curt yet truthful dose of reality. But love?
Oh please.
It's the basis of the worst tragedies in history: Anthony & Cleopatra‚ Helen of Troy & Paris‚ Britney & Justin. It's a servant to the horrible soap operas like The OC or WWE‚ we've all come to know love in our lifetime. And the emotion will destroy us for a shuddering second‚ either when you break up or when your beloved departs. And we all see it finely‚ like a thin layer of swaying curtain in the dawn's light.
But what exactly is love at first sight?

I have fallen prey to this‚ I'd give you a list of the countless individuals I've been infatuated with‚ and some I still very much am. Nothing morbid however. I won't become a groupie or a stalker‚ I've made sure my best friend will shoot me pointblank in the head if I do so. And at this varied fact‚ love kills.
Not just a catchy Queen single from the 80s but a very true story to be told.
We remember the show Cheaters‚ see how the girlies frolic around with one another or the guys smoke up in the bedroom or the occasional hot tub. And to how the vexed inamorato/a's react to seeing their loved one with another. Can we love each other enough to tear us apart? Yes. Of course‚ if we send troops on and on – having them countlessly slaughter by the rip of artillery fire then a simple teenage romance can shatter that easily.

Which I turn to unrequited love. The tender affection for another who does not return the feelings. This is usually accounted for in all crushes‚ i.e. I've got a crush on David Tennant. That's natural. But when it's an unrequited love‚ it will get obsessive. Trust me on this one. Tennant lives far away from my midst‚ has a beautiful girlfriend and would not easily be attracted by a undecided 'gawth' about half or so his age. And age. To me‚ it's not a factor as long as you care and adore for the person wholeheartedly.

Look at Hugh Hefner & his three buxom blonde beauties whom call him their boyfriend. Lifetimes are pointless as long as you have someone to share it with. Too bad there's nill enough months left to sparse for them.

Until next time‚
Luv. Wendee.

PS. Have tried to trick relative into buying me various NIN paraphenalia off eBay for my birthday o: