Where does leftover love go?

I wrote this a good 8 years back. I always believed I was a very different person back then. Similar foundation but with that dreaminess and naivety of a 21 year old, and I have not grown some beliefs that I now hold on to. So this was a little different from my usual self from back then, so I thought I should put it here, but with quotation marks just cause:

"you know i might have mentioned this before but i have been thinking: what happens to the feelings when you break up with someone and then eventually move on?

do they just melt away or do they stay around? if the feelings just melt away, is it then a process of unloving? how then does someone learn to love and unlove and then love? how does someone learn to switch between the processes better than others? some people think that those who move on quickly are those who never truly loved. i think not. firstly, 'quick' is purely subject. secondly, i think there are those people who put their heart and soul into each relationship and when it doesn't work, it just doesn't for them. for them, there isn't a need to cry your lungs out for months on end and wear black mourning clothes everyday. i know about these kind of people because i know.

back to the topic on hand, if the feelings stay on, how then do you learn to move on? is it because you learn to become immune the feelings, much like a flu virus? and when you get together with someone else, it is another kind of a flu virus which you are not immune to yet? somewhat similar yet different? is that why some couples lose that passions years into their relationship? because they are also starting to get immune to the 'virus'? or is it cause the new person can create feelings in you that overwhelms the feelings for the old one? are the feelings you have for the new person the same or different to that for the old one?

why do people have to search for their other halves? why does it comes so naturally sometimes, yet it is so hard at others? why can't people just hit bullseye right away, skipping all the unnecessary pain and heartache you will laugh at years after? if you say it is so that you will learn to appreciate the right one after all the wrong ones, i think it is completely fallacious statement. essentially, life does not end after happily ever after. i think it is the process of being together that you learn to appreciate your partner, what happens before that doesn't matter. (why should it? an ex is called an ex for a reason.)"

Somewhere only we know.

Wow, where did June go?

(Oh right, it was one of the worst working month I have ever experienced.)

So, anyway, I was sorting through old travel photos and I realized there was a period of time when I really liked taking shots of buildings (architectural lines are sexy), displays (feed hoarding desires) or etc. scenes I walked into. Basically nothing with faces inside. And I was never one to take shots of typical tourist shots.

(With food though, I am a completely different photographer. But that's a story for another day.)

(The night sky was a strange but beautiful sort of purple.)

In many ways, similar to my personal life choices, I like a certain type of anonymity associated with my work - only people, who are in the know, know the who what where; like a private joke or secret shared amongst the innermoist circle. Everytime I meet someone who gets it (whatever "it" might be"), I know that person is a keeper as a friend for life and we will forever more be spending time indulging in our exclusive obsession(s). 

Yes, I weave romantic stories like that in my head all the time. This is why I do not need a physical love story.

My next personal photography assignment will be to have a story behind every shot. That, and also to learn how to capture movement which I am still struggling with.

Anyway.

I hate the idea of love as the be-all and it-all to some people's life. But fall in love for 2013 anyway.

Good luck.

soaking myself in my own emotions today.

sometimes in a conversation, i don't bother speaking because i don't always find a need to push my opinions through to others.

for someone who loves reading and writing, words seem so futile at times.

Mummy's Day 2011.

what did you do for your mum on mummy's day? what did you do for her everyday?

sometimes, i wonder if people deserve the unhappiness they get.