The Celebration of Love(s)

There was no way that this happened in real life. It was fiction, made for your entertainment, or perhaps, food for thought.

On some eventful day, three people were celebrating three kinds of love. These celebrations happened in different spaces and times, and those three people had no idea what the others were experiencing. However, three people celebrating three kinds of love on the same day sounds rad, right?

The first one happened in a world far away — a place you might know but didn’t know how to visit. The love he celebrated was new. He saw a love that folded into holy matrimony — a sacred kind of love that affected others in proximity. It wasn’t such a rare occasion, but the massive energy helped to fill the void between those who were lost.

This new love will always be remembered as important, not only for those who were in it but also for him, as the person who saw it from outside the realm of love itself. Some might have said this kind of love motivates people, but others might have been afraid of it.

What would happen after the celebration? You could decide that for yourself.

The second man was celebrating a love that kept growing. Not much farther from here, nor from the neverland. A love that was found and built on a foundation of trust and vulnerability. Like I said, some might have been afraid of love, but what’s wrong with fighting off your fears?

This person was simply trying his best to make things work. Gladly, his significant other was also in a place to compete with him. They knew that only by working together could their love grow and become stronger than ever.

Although becoming stronger sometimes meant facing bigger adversaries, by celebrating it, he understood the risks and was willing to go the extra mile to protect the love he knew.

Unfortunately, for the third guy, the death of love was inevitable. The death of a love that he knew happened in places we often resemble. He knew that nothing could cheat death, not even the love he had inside.

Celebrating the loss was the only way forward. By celebrating the death of the love he knew, he hoped that love would be reborn into something more beautiful, like lilies, or tulips — whichever you think is more beautiful.

However, we knew that hope often led to desperation, but in the meantime, we let him be. We let him celebrate the death of love where no tears were shed. Although the unbearable aching of his heart made his hands tremble and his words stutter to this day.

It was nice to see three people, on the same eventful day, in different spaces and times, celebrating three kinds of love. Something that one could only find in time. Ironically, we knew that love died, but it always meant so much more than the world before.