It’s been quite a while since I wrote a blog and, I indeed apologize for that. Plus, I know you all may have missed my blog notification every time during the festive seasons and, every other day I had stopped writing.

I had gotten into the groove of the festivities during the Christmas and, the celebrations that came with the New Year as well. It was much considered to be my break which I took seriously and, it was honestly worthwhile. Both celebrations were indeed splendid. I hope you enjoyed yours as well ?

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i’ve come to clearer realisation that “Love” has lost its true meaning in this modern tik w. it has become nothing but, its former self; something that has lost what it usually looks like and, void of what it holds amongst the old lovers in the previous centuries.

perhaps, it’s due to my generation who has showcased too little of love meant or, quite the activities life came to hit everybody with or, perhaps the simulation of how the world has become so bitter and, harsh to most people. nothing about love just seems right these days.

it feels so performative and forced. yes, Love these days feels forced; people nowadays don’t show clearer intimacy to their partners or, one whom they share a bond with. they act so pretentiously like they fully love their partners but, that’s all just facade.

love feels forced. in a way that everyone doesn’t act clearly on what they ought to do. they believe love is just one sided street where, the responsibilities of showing your partner clear affection lies on one party.

it doesn’t feel authentic but, empty; emptiness that lies within showing things of lust rather than love – looking outwardly rather than, inwardly attentively & attentive of what your partner needs. love these days is basked in its materialistic form.

where people rather hold in greater regard money over love, and where the littlest gestures feels ignored – the gestures of buying your partners gifts which never spoke with you about but, you clearly knew when while interacting with him/her, the act of holding hands and gazing at each other with sheer delight.

the little act of paying close attention to their plight and offering a shoulder to lie on. the slightest act of tying her heels, the respect that binds each other into understanding and, the basking in each other’s presence.

unless, these acts come back into the modern of what love is right now, then would love not being considered forced nor performative but, of genuineness.

~Ace_xx