When was that time when your friends, or classmates just started to pair you with a random person and they connived to tease you when you were together, or forcibly pair you in groupings and projects. How many times have they claim you two like each other; one of you vehemently denying it, and the other indignant but silent. Or in the workplace where one would approach you more often than he or she did his or her boss and colleagues, with matching meetings over coffee or lunch somewhere. You might have said this was nothing. Or was it?
“And we can deny it as much as we want
But in time our feelings will show”
Sooner or later, one would give in to other’s temptations. He or she would start wondering “What if?” and then would become friendly, or even more. So the previously false accusations slowly becomes real. A self-fulfilling prophecy, it seems Then what if the other slowly reciprocates? Is this for real?
“So close to being in love
If I would have known that you wanted me
The way I wanted you
Then maybe we wouldn’t be two worlds apart
But right here in each other’s arms”
Would it be just wonderful, if this is the case? If such things happen more often than not, then the world will be a better place? As Justin Timberlake says in his song “Dress On”: a world where our heart never breaks?
“If I could change the world overnight
There’d be no such thing as goodbye
You’d be standing right where you were
And we’d get the chance we deserve”
Sadly, this is not the usual case. Such bonds are superficial. You just like anyone paired with you by others? You just start to fantasize anyone who is within sight, within your heart’s radius? You think that is love, or the beginning of love? Or whatever?
There comes the time when one of you will just drift away, and maintain that distance. you may have once imagined him in passion, or that he may had tried his best to make you laugh. you may have shared intimate looks, snatching glances, or knowing smiles before, but now one of you is either avoiding the other, or the other is too busy. Meaningful conversations shrink to small talk, then until no more than polite greetings or acknowledgments. What is happening? Where is the world that can change?
Know what? Sooner or later, you’ll just wake up with a horrible realization. Nah-ah, this is not it. This is not possible. Almost, but still not enough.
“And we almost, we almost knew what love was
But almost is never enough”