Love ... beware

I am not sure if it's actually worth having experienced love or not at all. Love is beautiful, love of any kind, and in any form is a feeling worth having lived for. The problem is when the object of your love suddenly ups and leaves. And no I'm not talking about the love affairs which end as swiftly as they come. So, having thought about that, perhaps it's better to be alone in the world. Because you will not miss what you've never known. Shitty example, I never missed Cavalli or Gucci at 5 years old. Now I want them with a vengeance. The first time I set my eyes on Versace's Medusa trademark, it made me feel dizzy with a sudden want, no need to get my polished hands on it. Before that, I didn't know, so I did not suffer from the dizziness. Same in love. Perhaps it's not such a good idea being a twin after all. True the bond is a dogmatic bond, but then, what happens when one of the two just leaves? Horrible thought this. And as in the man loves woman stakes what happens when the object of your desire also leaves and there is no way you can text heaven or hell or even limbo? That I can talk about through experience. What happens is you are suddenly thrown a ball of grief to deal with on your own. Life suddenly becomes a dark uphill rocky path with plenty of Malta's potholes just popping up suddenly for the sake of making you land flat on your face. And the saddest part of it is that it's called life. I know a little about this kind of life and it's not very pretty. And perhaps I wish I weren't human but E.T. instead. Yet even E.T. wanted to phone home. That means he had feelings, that cute little weirdo who won so many hearts in his time. And suddenly all the daily things I worry about vanish into oblivion, and I don't care about my Enemalta bill anymore, I don't care what I look like anymore. I just care about the ones I love and that includes my army of cats and dogs. And I'm not sure I feel lucky to be loved. Perhaps it's best that you're left all alone in the world. That way you'll be saving and scrimping on a lot of tears. But then I'd rather regret having done something then not having done it at all. And that also includes love. It just should come with a warning like the one on my cigarette packet... beware love can seriously damage you for life. But then, I don't even head the warning on my cigarette packet. I don't think I'd head the one on the love package either.