Just a random note. A small conversation with a good friend of mine a couple of weeks ago.
He told me that he had just recently experienced falling in love. How sweet
I was really happy for him. But that’s not what I want to write about.
It was a bit unfortunate that he fell in love with someone who was leaving his country, LOL…rings a bell? That’s the problem when you are involved with people internationally, sorry dude. But then he said that one thing he took away from the short ‘affair’ was that he came to appreciate and respect sappy couples. Eh?
Yeah, sappy couples who couldn’t get off of each other. Holding hands. Wrapping their arms around each other. Kissing in public. Can’t seem to get enough of touching each other.
(Err….please remember that the context is the USA…not Indonesia, okay?)
At first, I was laughing out loud the first time he said that. Well, honestly, I am among those people who look at those sappy couples with a bit of a critical eye. I remember the first time I saw people kissing in a public park in Brussels, and how I shrank away from the sight. But then I realized, that from time to time, I would envy them. I did, I did envy those people.
The thoughts of being young, spontaneous, expressive and in love. I envy them. I know that in most cases, in various places where I had lived in, those things are not applicable.
But from time to time, I am asking myself, are we (my partner and I) so ‘trainable’? We spent years of dating period either being away from each other, or being in a place where ‘being close’ carries so much more of other significance than just being in love. Are we so trainable that being physically close to my own partner in public feels rather ‘wrong’?
Sometimes I am wondering, what do people see when people see us together? What does our body language say about our relationship?
Oh, I almost forgot, the reason why my friend became more respectful to sappy couples was because he himself became rather sappy towards the end of the relationship. I sure understand, she flew half way across the world, away from him, with no logical ways of possibly ever seeing each other again. Oh well, that’s love. And oh… how I miss my good friend…









