Love has so many definitions just like a tree with branches. Sometimes, we'd fall in love without even knowing while sometimes we'd know we're in love. Love is like a poison, a bond—it's sucks you in like a Rock song. You lose and lost your mind without knowing. It is another name for stupidity, foolishness, madness and blindness. When you're so in love, you're blind. There's nothing a person says to you that you understand, see or believe because your attention and attraction is much concerned about the person you're in love with. It kills you too.
Yes! Love can kill. You can do anything for love, even commit suicide. Losing your life for the love of your life. Sometimes, because the other person doesn't love us the way we love them. Love is dangerous. Harmful. It makes you insane. You can't think straight. It causes a distraction in whatever thing you do. It eats you up until you're fully devoted to it. It turns you into a different person entirely. It is a thing of the body, mind and soul.
While on the other hand, we have lust. Yes, lust is the king of obsession and infatuation. In this part, you don't need romance at all. All you need is satisfaction to your greedy desires. You don't do commitments, you desire pleasure like water to quench thirst. You're hungry for something and not until you get it, you're not satisfied.
We sometimes have a combination feeling of love and lust at the same time. It is a clash in our lives. We don't know what we want but we know we want something badly. These things makes us mad. We loses our mind on this type of feelings. It is unexplainable, undefinable and undescribable. There's no specific way to clarify the example. It is only we who feels it that understands how we feel.
But love is also a game. We fight for it and wants to be a winner. We don't give up not until we accomplish our victory. Still, it is not a crime but many still takes it as an offense.
How do you feel right now? Are you in love with someone or in lust with someone? Ask yourself that question.
Meanwhile, at the dinning area...…
"Your Excellency, young master said he's busy and little madame said she doesn't have appetite." Ramona delivered.
Adela wasn't liking the response of her kids at all. For the past few days and nights lately, the two has been acting so strange. Francesca would not leave her room to work and Justin would rather spend time in the bar drinking like a drunken monkey.
"Enough is enough already. Is either Mohammed goes to the mountain or the mountain goes to Mohammed." Adela got mad, ready to leave the room but her husband stopped her.
"Let them be. There's no one who doesn't experience hard times."
Ha! That could have been an understatement, Ben. Those two are getting out of hand with high grade of stubbornness. "Two days now, Ben. For two fucking days Francesca won't eat or drink anything. What is she doing? Forty days and forty night fastings and prayers? Ha! This place is not a wilderness. You know she is very fragile. She might gets sick."
"Sit." He instructed her and she obeyed as the good woman she used to be. "I assure you, when they're done sorting themselves out, they'll come."
"But honey—"
"I know our kids, Adela. All we have to do is give them time to recover from whatever is up with them."
As a mother, it took Adela time to accept Ben's suggestion. She tried talking to her kids last night but none of them would speak up. It scares her and for her stage by now, she doesn't need high blood pressure at all.
.........….
After a few knocks with no answer, he pushed the door open and walked in. The sight of seeing her lying helplessly on the bed in a single spot made him sad the more.
He sat at the edge of the bed and looked down at her. She was staring blankly at nothing. Her eyes is swollen and red. He assume she has been crying a lot all through the night. He took the phone he had seized from her out of his pocket and kept it in front of her.
"I've come to say sorry for how I acted the other day." His voice deep and low. He didn't expect her to say something even though she kept quiet. "It hurts me to see you in this condition because of me."
After a while, she regained her strength of talking. "You never apologize, Justin." She mocked softly without turning to him. "You're a man with so many egos and you don't want to let your guard down."
"Mom is always right when she calls me selfish." He mocked himself, looking down at his fingers. "I only think about myself. I don't care to see other people's happiness or pain."
"And she was right." Francesca sat up and faced him. His heart melted when he saw how downcasted and haggard she was. He has never seen his sister this way before. "You don't understand the full meaning of love because you've never fallen in love before, Justin."
He agreed and buried his head down.
Tears drain out of her eyes as she continues. Tristan was already a changed man but you couldn't wait to see this new side of him. I was planning of a way I'd tell you about us but….you fast forwarded."
"Francesca, the thing is—"
"The thing is that you have to fall in love first and see how it feels like when someone puts asunder, Justin." She interrupted him, shouting and crying. "You don't understand a thing about love and affection because you've never been a partaker before. Tristan is the only man I found submissive. He has devoted a lot to our relationship and I know it's not easy for him, a man who flirts and changed women like his clothes. It's been five months now and he hasn't cheated on me, unlike the others."
The last guy she hooked up with almost made her run mad. He was fucking her best friend on the night of her 25th birthday. That was early last year. And ever since then, she hasn't meant anyone until she started developing something for her brother's best friend.
Justin fought hard to hold back the tears in his eyes but they're just too stubborn for him to bear. He had finished reconciling with his friends and cousin, including Tristan before he came here to talk things out with his sister. It was easy to sort things out within him and his friends. After all, guys stuff are not hard for guys to handle. And now, he has to deal with his sister's difficulties.
"You invaded my privacy by checking my phone." She counted. "You trespassed my relationship with my boyfriend, why are you always selfish, Justin?"
He hugged her tightly when he couldn't stand her crying bitterly. She sobbed on his chest. "Pour all the blames on me. I'm sorry, please forgive me. I've settled things with Tristan already. I want you to be happy. Only when you're happy, I will be happy."
She lifted her head up to him. "You spoke with Tristan?"
He shook his head, smiling. "You have my full permission now."
She hugged him again, sobbing and he kissed her forehead. "Thank you. You're the best brother in the world."
He tilted her chin upwards, wiping her tears with his thumb. "Now stop crying or else he'll be sad when he comes later and sees you like this."
Her eyes lit up. "Ah, did he say he'll be here today?"
"Yes , so you—"
"Oh God, I must be looking really bad right now." She jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. "I know you're bad at picking women clothes because you've not shopped for a woman before but kindly help me fish out the nicest outfit and shoes from my closet."
"Francesca, I never said it was a date."
"Just do it, silly." She shouted from the bathroom.
"Okay, fine." He groaned as he stood up to get her outfit from the walk-in closet.