11-14-00
While I'm positive that there are as many different kind of romantic love as there are shapes of snowflakes, in my experience there have only been two.
The first genre of love I'd like to share is the kind where you meet someone, reason flies out the window and you say to yourself, "Oh, damn." We'll call this kind of love the Oh-Damn's.
Generally, I've noted that with this sort of thing, the love tends to go unrequited. You meet someone super cool, you know that they are the one for you, and they don't give you the time of day. Apparently it works out for some, but I've never witnessed it first hand, so I'm going solely on speculation at this point.
You love this person with every fiber of your being, every thought and breathe is for him/her. This is the kind of foolish path I've wandered down a few times. Wreck and ruin lie that way, my friends.
The second genre is the type where you meet someone totally cool, but for some odd reason, reason itself wins out and you tell yourself, "Wow, if only the circumstance were right, we could be perfect together." We'll call this kind of love the If Only's*.
I've met a few of these in my time, and they tend to be the most heart-wrenching of the lot. They also tend to go unrequited, and subject to intense personal irritation, at least from my end of things. The reasons for the If Only's can be as complex as someone not realizing that you are the neatest thing since sliced bread to not being able to live at your economic and social level.
That's not to say that money is the end all be all of existence, because it's not. It's a cool side-benefit to being able to hold down a job, but that's another issue entirely. The If Only's are more about unfulfilled something-or-others that keep you up at night muttering, "If only so-an-so wasn't such an ass, I'd give her/him my heart and be hers/his forever."
I have found myself preferring the option of the unhealthy, retarded, short-term fascination with others. That way no feelings are generally involved, but a few nights are spent up late pondering feasibilities of things destined to go horribly awry.
And you know what, if you think I'm talking specifically about you, you're most likely wrong.
Except for maybe you.
I might make an exception in your case.
*Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you probably won't.
**As a bonus, here's a link to something probably better not seen by man nor beast. I'm the one in the middle, if you couldn't guess.
