You thought love is beautiful

(casual writing)

Dear S,

Two years ago today, Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away. On his day of death, I was reading his book One Hundred Years of Solitude. I didn’t know that until a month later.

And today, I’m reading another book of his – Love in the Time of Cholera. It has been more than two weeks that I’ve started reading it, but I’ve just finished the second chapter. (130 pages out of 400 something) The reasons are, first, I would like to taste it slowly in detail, and secondly, I’m pretty busy this month. S, you’re busy for your exam, me too for my academic. You know what? I’m planning to go for an exchange program in Shanghai in the next semester, therefore this is already the last semester for me to gain GPA for university admission; and this is already the last month before the semester ends. Anyway, I would would like to say it that, like you, I’m busy and stressed on my academic too.

But that’s not important. Especially when I’m in the mood of talking about love. What I want to say is that, there are two things that you probably think they are beautiful: Love and the end.

 Love is not beautiful, if you want to know the truth.

Watch this:

The Zipf Mystery

I sort of believe that Zipf’s law applies to love too. 80% of love are given to 20% of people. S, I do believe there are very few people on earth could experience the overjoy of natural love. I guess only about less than 30% of population could have tried so. What is ‘natural love’? Let me explain by what is not. Most marriage, or relationships, I believe, are couples that don’t really love each other, but anyhow they have to love someone, so they loved. This is depressing but I do think so. I realized and accepted that I will be one of the 70%.

God, I am so goddam rational. Therefore, I like big breasts, tilted asses, light skin, and slim people. They COULD be explained. Though, I know it’s ugly, I’m stilled fascinated and hallucinate a lot about love, rationally.