Prince Henry in Ever After
In all my years of study not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have in my entire being.
Last week, I watched two meaningful videos repeatedly, over probably a thousand red velvet and white tulip cupcakes. Portia De Rossi (now Mrs DeGeneres) had shared her struggles with being gay, extreme anorexia and bulimia on Oprah, while Cheryl Cole (still Mrs Cole, nonetheless, somehow) had decided to give an ultimatum to the general public, in the form of a personal interview with Piers Morgan, about her private life. In the manner that Portia had written her book, ‘Unbearable Lightness’, she clearly illustrated how her sick mind had dominated her actions and views in life. Thus, the most fascinating factor was how she was very much alive, thus very much aware, of every detail and situation throughout her ordeal. It almost seemed like no drug or any magical antidote would be able to tarnish the inner voices that she had embraced so faithfully. As for Cheryl, who kept bursting into soft tears at every pause, I observed the most selfless, yet enduring honesty of a human being. Her misery lies in her own flare; she was born to brew love, show love, and spread love. I was amazed by how she had not realized how much she was being loved so genuinely by people, how her courage was greatly admired by others, and the compelling strength of her passion towards love. In overall, I have identified two individuals who possess beyond-supernatural powers; mind (Portia) and heart (Cheryl). I learnt that when your strongest power becomes your own worst enemy as your most inescapable weakness, you are indefinitely being suicidal to your own blessed soul.
Easy to please, but hard to impress; it never stumbled upon me, what a crazy mindfuck I have been to my past lovers. Although most human beings tend to fancy what they cannot have, now I only wish for I have been missing; all the lost opportunities that were taken away from me. Hence, it is going to be impossible too; because I will not perch on anything less, no way in hell (or heaven). Wow, I am actually turned on now – by my own self for being this outrageous.
One more passionate individual had left me in awe, only with such an unadorned silhouette of his existence. Thus, on the remarkable 4th of July, I had described another human being as ‘intriguing’ for the very first time. You see, I am naturally bountiful with sincere compliments but I have never depicted anyone as ‘intriguing’; because the last and only time the word had ever existed, was in my own Friendster profile (the ‘About Me’ section) where I mentioned, “…very intriguing.”
For this, I am going to mark my own words today; you are either going to be the nastiest heartbreak in my life, or the last person I ever loved this much.
And I desire to marry you, if Allah’s willing.
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