How it feels like riding the roller coaster of love
Love is the best feeling an individual could ever feel. To love someone is to commit. And to be able to commit, you have to be there not only in the highest of highs but also in the lowest of lows. Loving is like riding a roller coaster- a loop of ups and downs.
The beginning
Seeing along with the sunset view is a roller coaster of an amusement park from afar. I didn’t actually notice that it was there before as I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t care about my surrounding. But now, I was able to notice it. And so I observed. I tried observing it- if it’s going to be fun, or it’s going to be something that I would be afraid to go into. After days of watching, I realized that I feel like I should try it, so I went to that place. I honestly thought it was all going to be just fun and games considering the established surrounding, and of course, it’s one of the amusement park’s rides, and so I thought that it should be fun- that it must be fun.
The roller coaster trail has small loops, which I didn’t notice before. But I still went in thinking that I would enjoy the whole ride.
The ride was smooth and perfect. Not until it passed the first loop, the second and the third loop, which for some reason, annoyed me instead of scaring me as there is something that you feel is faulty with the way it was made which almost thrown you out. This made me want to back out immediately, but of course, you’ll continue. I continued. And the cycle stays that way for a while every time I took a visit at the amusement park. Not until I became exhausted and stopped coming back.
The continuation
Months later, as I was on my way home, I thought of the roller coaster from afar that I stopped visiting. And so I took a visit to the amusement park. There, I see the roller coaster being under-constructed. Because of this, I just took a glimpse every time just to see how it was going- waiting for it to be okay. Until one day, when the roller coaster is ready for a ride, I was able to hop on it again. And I honestly missed the feeling. I missed the roller coaster, like really. And so I took my time and enjoyed it. And it lasted for months.
Inevitable changes happen. Things may seem to be perfect at the amusement park but it’s not. The coaster is getting rusty. The wheels begin to malfunction. Little by little, it is starting to give up. Until one day, it has fully given up. And I honestly don’t know if there is still a chance to repair it but one thing is for sure, I’ll miss the coaster.
For months, I was there at the amusement park- enjoying and loving the moment. This made me so attached to the feeling that I never wanted to leave. There were times that the trail was perfect, but oftentimes, it was bumpy. For so many months, it was an enjoyable ride. But it wasn’t a smooth ride—it never has become one. The ride was a series of ups and downs, a slow and a fast-paced motion, full of unending loops, but for me, it was always worth it. The ride has always been worth it.
