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November 16, 2010

Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

why debut this Maroon 5 music video after an absence of 8 months, you asked?

because, to every mistake, there is a specific punishment before earning a chance.

just like an inmate, serving time for the crime, he or she did. with a diligent eye watching over your every single move. guards always prepared, to bat you to death if you retaliate or try to escape.

but, what if the inmate was suffering from a mental illness while committing the crime? do you just sentenced him/her to death anyways or do you lighten his/her sentence due to the illness?

would you believe, if i told you, i have not, for once in the past 8 months shed a tear over anything? not even a sappy movie? if it was the usual me, i'd have saliva and boogers dragging all over the floor. but not then.

just, now.

i am getting the brief idea of how "to hurt" feels like. because, i loved and i chose to believe in the good-natured side of it. i chose to believe that when you love someone, it is only them that you see when you wake, when you stare into blank spaces and when you sleep. no other human beings are significant to sight.

hence, with that, it is only natural that you expect to be treated the same way, right? with equality. because giving is selfless and receiving, has all sorts of selfish connotations that goes with it.

but, what if things took a turn?

there's no one else to blame, but yourself. because, first of all, you give without expectations. to a charity? yes, you should. but, in love? how long can you go with giving and not expecting a surprise in return? there's too much opposites that goes together in love. the opposites however, if misused, can be fatal. eg. male/female, give/take, high/low, safe/risque.

i, for one, would never ever want to be like you.

you never look back to even glance, at how i am doing when you've got what you needed.

i choose to be a better person. for me.

in vain hope that you'll one day follow the lead that, i don't mind leading by example even if it includes swallowing pain after pain that you always think, will never be equivalent to yours. in vain hope, that you'll see how much i actually needed you to see, just me. in vain hope, that you see me as a great human being with conserved pure spirits and high morales. in vain hope, that you see how broken i am, as an individual, a woman and as the woman who fails to serve you. and finally, in vain hope, that i am fighting hard to acknowledge your pain but never encouraging it.

if it doesn't kill you, it feels like forever when the venom hits, even if for a short while. then, you struggle hard to survive. fight. and, thats how you become stronger.

here's a toast, to men being able to feel like men again. to be in control.

you've got your victory.

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