Lunch

Today, I met a friend that I had not seen in too long. I hadn't seen Emma since we were in marching band together. We made plans to see each other, but since we didn't excange numbers, we had no way of calling to make sure the plans were still good. Thankfully both of us were punctual. Her dress had embroidered with flowers that made me feel rather underdressed in my black shirt and shorts.
We sat at a nice table with only two seats. Two waiters approached the table, and one told us that the other was new and was practicing. Not that we cared, and actually, we laughed together about how silly they were. He took our order and returned to the kitchen.
I asked Emma about college and her teachers. I told her about the new band that I'm in and how it's still in the "let's see how it works" phase. We laughed at the waiter again--not in his prescence, of course--because he got the order wrong after making sure this is what I wanted.
After a while our conversation became more relaxed, as it can be awkward with a reunion like this. We talked long after I finished my meal and after she nibled at hers. We exchanged stories, so we could catch each other up. We talked about past love interests and the interests of friends. I told her about Anna, Missy, David and his girlfriend, Rachel, and how David is a jerk according to Missy after he got a girl. She told me about how her old boyfriend, Michael, has a rude girl that he met on the internet. We spent hours engaged in stories and we were some of the last people in an empty Chappy's. It was a good day.

Love is blind.

I've always heard that love is blind. They have it all wrong. That's Destiny. Destiny is blind. Life throws many curves, and while they are unpredictable, they make sense in the future.

Love is definitely sighted, however it is the most irrational one I've known. They way Love operates is completely devoid of all logic: anything that can be considered logical cannot be considered love. There is no way to rationalize that emotion. Love sneaks up like a shadowy friend bearing gifts. The gift Love gives is more powerful that any other gift. If you love someone, something, a cause, or an idea enough, the beloved thing becomes the most important, even above life. When one considers life itself less important that what one loves, one loves truly.

Love is also a shadowy friend that can rob one of all affection that it wishes. There is no rhythm or algebra in its motives, and it whittles away at the strongest of connections.

Asking one to explain the reason for falling in, and especially out, of love is like asking to calculate emotions into an organised orderly chart: it is impossible. No one should be expected to recount the causes for the finished love.

In the fits of rage and confusion that comes with a breakup, it is uncommon to understand that there is no cause, no one thing, no fault, nothing that could have changed, and no changing the past if there were anything.

It is uncommon to have a forward-thinking mind, since it is easy to fall back into old habits and to cherish the past. The past should be cherished, but one should make preparations for the future. There is only one life, and that life goes by fast if one doesn't live in the moment. Hold on to old memories, but make new ones, because there is an entire world out there filled with beauty that does not lie in the recesses of ones own mind.

Sometimes there is no closure.