Love makes you dream, live and sin.

Love makes you dream, live and sin.

Cecilia's latest entry probably best describes my web of tangled thoughts the way I haven't been able to. Once in awhile, someone significant walks into your life. That person might not stay, but the implications and changes he or she brings probably would.

Finding love is an age-old quest. Everywhere around the globe, people are either seeking, holding, or mourning love. Love is the one emotion so inexplicable, I would think it is amongst the few things left in the universe for which scientists haven't been able to conjure up hypotheseses.

When you think you've found love, you're ecstatic, and you spend each day riding the highs of the initial passion that comes with the idealistic delusion of finding the perfect one. As time goes on however, the passion dwindles and in its place come the many obstacles lovers often speak of. It is then that you start to wonder, "have I really found the one?"

Who is "the one" anyway? Does this man-made ideal really exist? "We fit together like a jigsaw puzzle". Truth be told, I would say that there will always be a better fitting piece of jigsaw out there. However, it is this never-ending search for greener pastures that often leaves one with nothing at all at the end of the day.

Her: "So you think I'm the one?"
Him: "Yes."
Her: "How do you know there isn't a better one out there?"
Him: "There will definitely be, but it is up to myself to be content with you as the one."

Is he short-changing himself, or has he made the wisest decision of all?

Albeit intriguing, the quest for perfect love is like running an endless marathon in the Sahara. How about the quest for staying in love instead?