The dark side of love

I actually disagree pretty much with what I've written in my article below : ) but still, for those who are about to make that mistake, remember Romeos, to find the right Juliet! And Juliets, love your Romeos not for their money, love them for who they are :D

I love you.

Her hand felt warm and cozy in mine. Her head fits snugly on my shoulders. Oh how I wished this happiness would last forever. Never in my life had I experienced such joy, such bliss. We would tour the malls everyday after class. There she would be picking out dresses which satisfied her deep passion for clothes. And there I would be as a walking ATM machine where she would withdraw money from. We would spend our love-filled weekends in posh cafes and sometimes visiting the local fun fairs. Happily would I buy anything in the world she wanted. All I needed was her love and I had more than she could offer.

Here we see the typical teenager, falling prey to a dangerous foe. Like a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing, the predator is silent, quick, lethal yet it's prey is completely oblivious to the oncoming danger. Teenage romance is undeniably the prime culprit for destroying a adolescent's life. Be it scars of the past, sufferings in the present or sorrows in the future, teenage romance or commonly known as 'puppy love' is an unbecoming and unavoidable phase in each one's lives. Though inevitable, it can be controlled by means of willpower and focus on the greater priorities in life. Many argue teenage romance is the foundation for a happy, lasting and fruitful relationship in the long run. But look at reality unveiled, teenagers leading lives scarred with despair and the desire to relive their 'love-filled' glory days after suffering a destructive break-up. From here, the problem grows into such complexity and till it gets out of hand.

I think I love you.

"Do you love me?" She threw me a cold look. A killer's stare. Her eyes spelt hatred and spite. She turned her back and walked out on me. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. My legs gave way and I lost the will to stand up again. I laid motionless on the cold, hard floor. As a newborn babe, I wept and cried but I knew no amount of tears could bring her back. It stung my heart with such pain to know I have been played a fool all this while, deceived by the devil behind a woman's face. I finally realized she never loved me, she loved my money. How could I be blinded by the shadow of beauty, led as a sheep to the slaughter as a lamb before its shearer is silent. My love for her turned into a consuming hatred. I hated her, I hated everyone, I hated everything. I hate myself.

Following the destructive impact from a break-up, one will experience a drastic and negative change of personality and emotions. For the few fortunate ones, a break up will be easily overcome with a strong sense of rational reasoning and careful consideration based on fair judgements. On the other hand, a teenager with a weak and untrained mind will succumb to violence, anger, hatred and pain to douse their raging flame of vengeance. Soon, one sees a progressively damaging and detrimental effect on the pitiful victim. Casualties usually resort to inflict pain on others and themselves to satisfy their bloodlust in pursuit of atonement and retribution.

I hate you.

The blows on the door became louder. I slithered the jagged blade across my palm. The pain shot across my mind, transformed into exuberant sensations of delight and pleasure. I cackled in glee, watching the crimson streamlets of blood seep down my hand. The floor rug was daubed with red and littered with shreddings of books and cloth. I branded the walls of my room with smears of fresh paint and ink. My eyes narrowed with satisfaction as I admired my distinguished masterpieces of malice. I could hear my old man yelling his lungs out. Finally he busted the door and gazed at me with those eyes. Her eyes. He tried to wrestle the serrated rapier out of my hand. I moved quickly, switching between hands and in a flash and flicker of bladework, cleaved the weapon across his chest. I licked a broad smile.

Victims enslaved by their anger require a long time to recover and regain their former self. Even though the wounds heal, the scars never fade away leaving a permanent and lasting impression of ones horrid past. Without constant consolation and reassurance, the unfortunate one will continue to be gripped by his lust and zeal for revenge until he quenches his unruly thirst in a prison called vengeance. Truly, the destructive effects of teenage relationships overwhelm the negligible and pathetic 'positive effects' that many argue about. Therefore, one should commit him or herself to another person in the name of true love when the time is right as quoted by Rita Rudner, "Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times."

The soft breeze patted gently on my face. A vibrant dash of orange and amber splashed across the twilight sky. I turned to find her head nestled comfortably in my bosom. I knew this was it. I knew it was her. I knew this was true love.

I love you.

Forever.

Avoid this situation at all times ( :