Soda

I was suppose to write a story earlier yet ended up reading the blogs of the people that I follow in my blog site. I haven't been able to check those in ages. One blog after another, I never really noticed that I ended up going each and every one of them for almost two hours.

I jumped on the keyboard with a heavy heart and ended up with a smile after going over those blogs. I'm sure you're asking "why?"
As much as I would want to go over each of those blogs, I can't, there's just too many. Here's what I think:

Love has evolved into something I find weird. With the advancement of technology, people have depended on "wall post" to profess or express their love for a particular person. I have nothing against expressing ones self as I am guilty of such. If you could only get to see the strings of cheesiness that I have been up to. But "it" being the basis of how true your love is for a person is a bit bogus for me. An empty can of soda in a shelf waiting for an unsuspecting victim who wishes to quench his/her thirst, only to get disappointed.

I am a traditional guy. I believe that being with the person is what matters most. Being able to share a cup of coffee in the morning. Being able to read your favorite books together in silence and yet never feeling alone nor neglected. Being able to lay under a sheet of stars holding hands, feeling the blanket of grass under your skin. Being able to enjoy long talks of almost anything, from the weather to the lousy the movie you watched together.

Reading the blogs, made me hopeful of people to still feel the same. Made me realize that despite how I see things, love has still been true for some. Some, of course, is better than none. Not an empty can of soda but a rich cup of coffee to energize us for a journey we call life.

Now, time for me to go back to my stories. ^_^