by Emily Comedis

Created on: October 23, 2009   Last Updated: October 26, 2009

While searching for a book in a bookstore, I got intrigue by a book entitled, "How to Express your Love" along with other "how to" books. I got the impression from these books that somehow love has its own anatomy. Then these reflections on what it means to love someone.

Being a person who believed so much on personal decision as determinant of behavior, love can hardly be felt without being rationalized. I think people cannot be in love until and unless they decide to be in love.

I myself am also a lover and I consider love as one of my ideologies. As a lover, the best treasure I can offer is my time which I dissect as perfect as I can. Like ordinary process of dissection- I start the day praising God; helping my siblings before I finally settle down to study or work; and before retiring to bed, I first admire nature, animals, and ideas.

If others believed love is blind, I must then be a cheater for I had been using my eyes once in a while. Maybe a reason for some sadness I felt in my life - a sadness that somehow isolated me from the happiness which is by nature for free. I told myself that love is some kind of bitter-sweet addiction- an ideology for those who feel had misused their time.

As I look back, I see how I outgrown that bitter-sweet love ideology. Like everyone, I also love my work, friends, humanity and God. I can continue enumerating my list and it may have no end- a good reason for me to call myself a lover. Since I met someone and decided to love that someone, I felt happy not finding the meaning of love earlier.

I have the impression that because I decided to love someone that is why I found that someone. And I found him not anywhere else but virtually. He physically exists with personality, we probably know each other more than any people we know well, and we met quite often, but since it is virtually, we are for sure still strangers to each others.

This someone lives in the opposite side of my world such that while I am living under tropical sun, he spends most of his life with the snow and we probably have the most of opposites. While some believes opposites attract, others, including me and this someone, believed otherwise, for opposites never meet without bending towards each others. Perhaps, this is the madness that binds us in this relationship - believing something without actually believing it when it is happening to us.

The more he shares his activities, the more I become inspired to work better. The more he speaks of nature, the

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