one sided...

it is amazing how i have carried around a one-sided love affair for well over a decade now. my backbone of who he will be, the one, has completely washed out of any future life choices i may make now.

i have carried around this image of love, and of his face, and have chapters dedicated to how my soul mate will find me and how i will find him right back. and now, it has all come down to romantic love being just a fantasy.

my Dad was right. in life, you can't just wait for the fireworks to light up your sky to know for sure, and to get the move on. maybe there just aren't the fireworks to begin with, and that Bollywood has killed the real life opportunities that i have dismissed, waiting for these unrealistic signs. i know that Dad probably meant the magic will be in your heart, but if you get too busy looking up at the sky for the brilliance, you may miss the murmurs of their exploding deep within.

i think that one can hope with all one's heart and soul, and kiss all the frogs in the world, and yet the prince you imagined would be holding your hand at 42, he still sits in the romantic comedies you DVD, always a tissue box away.

real life heroes, they just don't dance like Shahrukh Khan, or flash their pearly whites like Matthew Mcconaughey, or flex their rain soaked muscles like John Abraham...