Or is it “do not love thy neighbor’s wife”? So it’s OK to love the neighbor’s husband, but just don’t dream of the wife? I used to skip catechism, now I’m paying for it! But I’m not gonna lose sleep over this. Because what I want to discuss here, is LOVE. That 4-letter word than men are afraid to say and women would  **** (another 4-letter word) to hear.

Love has always mesmerized me. It’s like a chameleon; forever changing shape, flavors, intensity, sometimes from one  extreme to the other. It has given me hope and so much happiness I thought I found the key to the meaning of life. It also brings deep disappointment, leading me to self-effacement from all aspects of life and relationships. I’ve both believed and lost faith in love. But the good news is, it never stays at a constant place. It ebbs and flows like the tides on the beach of Santa Cruz. Or any beach. Santa Cruz happens to be closer to home.

At this point, I think I lost my train of thoughts…

When you look at a loving couple, you can see (or guess) how much one feels for the other. Can you also see how they would be to each other when the love is gone? I certainly can’t. For the life of me, I just can’t and would block my feelings just so I wouldn’t know. It hurts more to no longer be in love with each other.

How do you know you love someone? Does it require any sacrifice? Personally, I think I love someone when his/her well-being is more important than mine. But I think I could be wrong, because what happens to Numero Uno?

My friend loved his wife like no other husband would. They’re now happy without each other.

My sister thought she found her soulmate. Each of them is now happy with other people.

Meanwhile, I had a good time with my friend’s ex. Ooooh, that can lead to rumors. But look at this pic! Isn’t that someone’s hand up my thigh?