The dialogue of love

I love you.

uh-huh.

I know you will not understand this, but I do. Don’t ask me why now.

uh-huh.

That day, when you were sitting in the corner and possibly sulking over life, I saw an aura around you.
It was a tragically magical purple.
It was a very strong aura, like you’ve always had it but hid it around commoners like me.
It was so magical; I couldn’t stop staring at it.

uh-huh.

And when you looked up and caught me staring, I know you thought I was staring at your face, but I wasn’t.
I was caught up in your aura. It kept calling out to mine. I didn’t know how to react, so I let go of myself.
I fell in love. I love you.

Okay.
You love my aura.

No!

No?

I love you because your aura showed me parts of you that you wouldn’t usually talk about.
It showed me how your heart got hurt the first time. It showed how you lost your dog to a freak accident. It showed that you pick your nose very often. It showed that you get aroused by the smell of alcohol. It showed that you were bullied as a child but you never let it get to you. It showed that you’ve never masturbated in your life till now.

It showed me parts of you that you had comfortably hidden under that quirky self of yours.

And I fell in love with you, instantly. I felt like I was a bystander of those moments. It felt like I was journeying with you but I wasn’t there, not besides you, not even as a third party, but I was with you.
I couldn’t help it.

I can see everybody’s auras; go on trips through their minds. Souls. Hearts. Memories.
And I don’t fall in love with everyone who shares my sob story. Love is a choice, not a momentary act of defiance of logic.

Love has nothing to do with logic.

You’re a romantic.

There’s nothing wrong in that. But my point is, I love you.
Is there anything we can do about it?

Yes.

What?

Forget it.

I don’t get you! Why do you do this to yourself over and over again? Why can’t you stop being a dick for once in your life? Why do you have to be so stuck up?

My aura didn’t tell you shit, because if it had, you wouldn’t be standing here saying those things.

I know what happened.

What?

I know why you do this.
Your aura is helping me understand. It is showing me things. Right now.
I can see you standing. You’re in a spacious room. The room looks distorted. Your face. I can see your face. The room is spinning. I can see your face, again. It looks

Is there a way you can stop this?

You don’t want your aura to speak to me?

You bet.

I don’t know how to stop this. I am looking at you, and all I can see is your aura.
It’s engulfing me. I don’t know how to stop this. I am trying, I swear.

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I don’t understand this.

We’ve been taught too well to stereotype. Our stories come from the movies. The drama, the shit. We have been caged for too long to accept reality.

So you’re saying

Yes.

But I’ve never come across anyone like you.

Because we like to attribute. Make connections. Join the dots. Create symmetry. Life.

You’re very intense. It’s getting hard to communicate with you.

You bet.

You need to stop saying that.

I have so much love in my life, it’s making me crazy. Sad. Guilty. That’s about it.

Um

No, I was not molested as a child. I may have been bullied but that’s not the point. My heart broke for the first time when I was 16, yes, but it was over a stupid guy. That’s not even worth being the reason why I push people away.
Are you getting this?

I am trying.

See, we’ve been conditioned too strongly already. You will not accept anything I am saying until you can make sense of it and you can only make sense of it when you can relate it to pop culture and pop culture sucks balls. We think we can relate to so many people, their auras, but that’s not required.

You’re sad, you must be lonely. You’re happy, you must be well fed. You don’t believe in love, you must be coming from a broken family or have had a broken heart at a young age, or blah blah. You’re sunshine out of the ass, you must be struggling with life everyday but put up that smile just to make others happy.
This doesn’t make sense to me.
I am happy. I’m sad. I’m lost. I’m suicidal.
Stop reasoning this accordingly to the stories you’ve been force fed.

Do you want a hug? You’re running out of breath.

I want to get out. Fucking get out of here!

I can help you with that. Come with me.

I am not travelling through your aura just to feel better. WORSE. I don’t know. You’re not getting me.

You’re not making sense to me either. Just come with me, and I will leave you alone after that.
I will never remind you how much I love you. Trust me. Just give me this one chance.

You’ll regret.

I regretted the first time I went through your aura.

You bet.

You need to stop saying that I swear to god I’ll
Why are you laughing?

You look frustrated.

Come with me.

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It was so psychedelic.

You bet

hahaha, now you’re getting comfortable

I have always been comfortable with you. I don’t know why, but as a stranger too, you’ve always made me comfortable.

I am a stranger to you?

You bet.

Okay, you’re stopping this. I’m serious.

Yes. You’ve always been a stranger to me. Even when I kissed you for the first time, I knew I was kissing a stranger but it was very comforting. That thought. When you told me that you’ve never liked sappy movies, I knew I was talking to a stranger. I just knew it. But I went ahead and bought you some CDs anyway. And you watched. That’s what stranger do. Be nice to each other because they know it’s temporary and they’ll both go their ways soon enough.
When I told you about my girlfriend, I knew I was confessing to a stranger because I remember you getting pissed and shit and only strangers have the liberty to get angry at each other. And it was comforting.

Thanks.

For what?

For letting me into your aura, voluntarily. This is my first.

I am in love with you; this is the least I can do.

Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.

I know. That is exactly why I love you.

You don’t want someone who you can relate to? Someone who lost her parents at a young age, and still believes in love? You don’t want someone who loves you back?

No. I want you.

Why?

I will tell you that the day I’m out of the cage.

I love you.
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Don’t you want someone you can relate to?

Art: salvation from reality / reality

When two lovers-two individuals madly aggressively passionately in love with each- can’t be together because… chaos ensues. Chaos of gigantic proportions. Chaos, undetermined, unparalleled and under-rated. Real Chaos.

Sometimes, the very fact that I exist, makes me cringe. No, I don’t turn suicidal, I don’t aspire for death; I simply wish to turn invisible. All the life around is killing me slowly. It’s funny. It’s tragic. But life will be the death of me. And the fact that we’re all the same doesn’t help pacify.

Yes, opinions are hyped. But trust me, they’re damn charming. Even dichotomy. Is attractive.

Nothing can kill you better than an unspoken romance.

Do you see the pink dot there? I only put it to make the image look beautiful. Everything sells if it’s abstract. Or pretty. Or aesthetically appealing. or violent. Same goes for people. “You don’t fall in love at first sight with someone’s personality”- Ugly Truth.

 

Yes, I can’t get over the fact that life will be the death of me.

He was the back up. The other guy. The second choice. Nobody deserves that kind of pain.

 

Yes, you. Fuck you. I love you. ❤

 

 Note: I’m not an artist but I can assure you that art is the easiest way to gain hegemony over someone’s thoughts. 

Good luck living with this acceptance.

Also, there is a reason the lines and dots have been placed the way they have been placed. I wasn’t being random. Even though I’m not an artist.
I wasn’t being random.

Wow. I am creepy.