5:47
AM. Almost Drunk. Diasorino and Coke being the culprit. Location:
Ethnard Road.
Almost
Drunk. But not quite. Hence, this blog entry.
I
suddenly have a thinking about relationships – same-sex for that
matter.
Most
of the relationships I know last for months... years if they are
lucky.
I
somehow made a mathematical conjecture that 1 year in a same-sex
relationship is equivalent to 3 odd years in heterosexual ones. The
reason: the lack of capability to produce an offspring which
basically seals a marriage, or any other relationships for that
matter. If heterosexual relationships collapse in the presence of
these little angels, imagine the bigger challenge awaiting for the
“bekis”. This alone is enough to justify my
predisposition.
The
allure of being in love usually lasts a year or two. Three if its
deep love. Four if it is undying love. Five if it is
lets-grow-old-together kind of love. By the sixth year, somehow all
hell break loose. Love could never be guaranteed. That's why it
should never be taken for granted. For all you know, the expiration
date is never far behind.
Same
sex relationships involve the most difficult day by day decision to
stay in love. Love alone is not enough to keep a couple together.
Amongst everything, it requires patience, understanding and a
constant belief that what you have can withstand the test of time.
The biggest obstacle – DOUBT. I remember a gay film with the same working title, DOUBT. It has been said that it is the source of all relationship breakdowns. I guess DOUBT is the opposite of TRUST. Without the latter, love might not exist. Imagine saying, I LOVE you but I do not TRUST you. It hardly make any sense.
I
mess things up. I make big mistakes. But on the other hand, I also
make BIG COMEBACKS.
