Wednesday, December 10, 2008
a thin line between...
In everything, there are limits, there are borders.
But like all fences, like all borders, in all thin lines between… breaches happen.
Between friends and lovers, there stands a very thin line of love, as a friend and a love more than the latter. It’s hard when this very thin, fragile fibber in between gets caught and messed up. What more if this line, at the same time separates fact and fantasy, if it separates possibility and probability?
Let me tell a story about a friend and someone; who broke this line and broke their hearts.
Jane and Mico through a friend, met in the cyber world; but sooner they met soul to soul. There was nothing special though; Jane has someone special and Mico is eyeing another. It was a friendly connection, at the start. But things changed when, through text Bubbles was born. Bubbles was the name, Jane used prior to their formal introduction. At that length, Mico was already feeling towards Bubbles; but Jane and Bubbles are two separate personas. Jane, the fact; Bubbles a character of fiction.
These get even more complicated when Bubbles admitted Mico to imply his emotions, not knowing in the context of Jane, Bubbles is nothing but a fabric of her persona, a fantasy. Bubbles and Mico made a love story. For Jane, Jane and Mico remained friends; but for Mico it was more than that.
It confused the guy. It fulfilled the lady. It t fulfilled the guy. It confused the lady.
How would then logic apply between two parties looking at something through two different perspectives? The heartaches begun, the misunderstandings numbered.
Jane wanted to let go of Bubbles and start anew but Mico permits not.
Jane is confused, desiring for closure. Mico is hurt, desiring for a start.
The line in between was broken, the contexts they had collided.
Was it Mico’s fault? He braved into a dessert unknown.
Was it Jane’s fault? She created a dessert unnamed.
In the end, the fine line between her fact and fantasy broke; the joy of the fantasy and the pain of the fact collided. In the collision she was left hurt. Then the question was asked, why did she created the fiction, was it because she was mere playful or mere in love and afraid. Was she afraid that in fact the love might not exist thus she gave birth to Bubbles? But why did Mico, permitted Jane to separate from Bubbles; is it because he is mere playful or mere in love and afraid? Was he afraid that his love in fact might not be taken seriously? Who was the coward? Who was merely playing? Who was merely loving? Above all, who broke the line? Was it the circumstance itself; or the personas themselves?
Limits, borders, lines, fences… once set in a weak foundation most often than not crumbles down. There are fences that are built in stone, some in paper, some on wood, and some in vows but when it’s made out to confine love, no matter what composes the fence… love will always break through. My friend’s fence was built in a weak soil and it confined love… I guess they should have known better before the line was set and erected; before the pain erupted.
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