Playing her fancy.

While writing this, I realize that I’m one of the few people who think love is immeasurable. Nonetheless, its manifestation is easily seen; the way a child kisses her mother, how a crazy lunatic is reformed to be a better man. All of these we do for the love of God. People need not to grab so many jewelries just to be loved. I firmly believe that people are loved for who they are; and what they have been doing to others… and not what they possess.

I have said this before (not here though), and I will say this again. I will learn how to play a guitar.

I guess I don’t really, and will never understand how to make a girl happy, in a way that I will know, too. I don’t know, when reading fictional romance books and watching shows, how I can easily be captivated by people who were in the stage of courting; when really I don’t get to experience the whole process. It seems to me that the feeling will only be tear-jerking if ever the boy doesn’t get who he wants; and the girl is forbidden to say yes. And who in their right mind would want to taste the bittersweet feeling of being in love and rejected in real life, anyway.

But I have always kept this promise to myself. I will play a guitar, whether the notes would sound riveting, or the other way. And I guarantee you, she will be the reason for all of my hard work in getting my fingertips hurt and my whole day wasted, no, scratch that, used up - in a way that I will not bewail over it. She will be proud of me. My future girl. I will consider myself as a doomed to failure guy, but perhaps when I do learn to play that perfect musical instrument to tickle her fancy, only fulfillment will envelop me, us. She's a lucky person, because I'm going to do my best to learn to play it. To dedicate it to her.

This does not have to do with relationships and school, but having little objectives can be a way to garner your goals more easily, just like me. Come to think of it, I might be prosaic to get my girl happy. I might write poems or be a book writer someday. She will be the inspiration. Or maybe I just like writing. You see, I’m having little objectives again.

But I’m seriously going to pluck, strum, and play her fancy.