An Acid Called Love

Do you love me? she asked.


One Single word. Two different worlds crumbled. Life goes on.

**Dedicated to Life**

Love is an incurable disease for which nobody has ever been able to discover an antidote. It is a poison that runs deep within you, through your blood into your veins and works its way through your system. It spreads its wings wide and engulfs you in splendor that becomes your sole reason for living but only for a limited time. You can’t run, you can’t hide and you definitely can’t get rid of the acid that flow through you, blinding you with feelings. It is like your hands are handcuffed and you can’t get rid of the steel braces around your heart. Love is trenchant that eats you from inside, corrodes you and destroys you. Everyone tries their very best to rid themselves of the prolonging pain and ache but all is in vain because there is no remedy for the virus of love.

Like Carmen describes in his Habanera, “Love is a rebellious bird that no one can tame and if you call for it, it will be quite in vain for it is in its nature to say no”. Of course, love comes to us at the time when we least expect it to be. But for me, love doesn’t mean anything. It is just an addiction that two people develop over time for each other, an addiction that deteriorates with time and age. What once seemed beautiful to us looks colorless and meaningless. What one dreams and fantasies is only dreams which only reality teaches us. Whoever we idolize is not really a perfect person but instead is full of faults that we ignore. When these things become clear to us, our perspective clears, life becomes meaningless for we feel ourselves living in a farce. As soon as the addiction wears off, we look at life with a new perspective, which is full of ifs and maybes. That is not a life I would like to live ever.

Love has become overrated over the years. The depth of true love is misinterpreted in these times by those who believe themselves to feel the emotion itself. The true emotion called for sacrifice, pain, loss, gain and many other emotions that people in these times do not even think of going through somebody. Love has become stereotypical for there is not depth to the emotion as well as the feeling; it has become just a word. A normal word.

People use it to make others happy, they use it to save themselves, they use it to protect someone’s heart but they have no idea what a mere word could do to others. The word, love, has the power to ruin lives.

Published by XunairaJ

Born on October 17, 1990 in Islamabad, Pakistan, to a government officer and a homemaker, Xunaira J, as a child dreamed of being a writer.She always loved writing short stories and has been active on Helium ( as a creative writer. She has been a blogger and been writing articles on relationship and family for a long time.When she was young, she used to write for US Magazine. Currently, Xunaira is doing her Bachelors in Mobile and Ubiquitous Computing and writing at the same time. The name of her first book on Amazon Kindle is "The Cursed City" while her second book is a book of collective short stories which will be published in October, 2013. Meanwhile, She is working on another Mystery/Romance novel which is almost reaching completion. She is anticipating to publish it sometime next year.

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