On LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA

Loving someone-- a complex thing to do. A mixture of feeling that one has to endure. Whether it can be intoxicating, joyful, melancholic, or a little of everything.


The book reminded me of the time I began to feel a foreign emotion clinging in my innermost being... unexplainable and profound. An inspiration that brought so much joy in my life.


How I dealt with it, like any girls of my age, I embraced it lightly~ until I almost suffocated myself with intoxication. A love that was never returned. Like a letter brought back to its sender. A nauseating feeling that made me vomit bucketful of tears.




My experience of love was like the three characters that Gabriel Garcia Marquez created in his novel. My first encounter of love was like Florentino Ariza. Loving someone like there's no end-- forever faithful, everlasting. When I love, I gave my all. I've exhausted everything to this single person, expecting similar feeling from him. In end, it was all futile, unfulfilled. The second time love knocked, it was like Dr. Juvenal Urbino. A person who will give all the material things he have, just to let the person feel how he loved her. Despite all these, his love was not satiated. Lastly, loving like Fermina Daza. To love someone who can give her security; love that will become her shield, armor, and protector; and love that will give her peace, calmness, and a taste of heaven.


All of these experiences in love, I had put them in an open case. I might need one of them again someday, but I hope it won't happen. I would like to love purely, behold it tightly, and live with it until my last breath.