A gust of excitement rushes through my veins as if the mere touch sent electrifying sensations throughout my body. What a grandiose feeling I say to myself. I need to know why it is so.
Ok, I was exaggerating there. Too much coffee? I think so.
But in all honesty, I was taken aback because let me tell you, this book was not seen for so long I thought it was gone by now. Apparently, it was sitting there because my father just doesn't believe in using an online dictionary. What a fool, I say.
Anyway, yesterday (or today at midnight), I was just browsing through the pages and I land on this particular 'word'.
Leander. Now, what kind of word is that, you may ask yourself. Well I posed myself the same question and here's what I got.
Le•an•der [li'ændƏr] n. Greek legend. a lover who swam the Hellespont to visit his sweetheart, Hero, every night until he finally drowned. See also HERO.
and so I proceeded to also see HERO.
He•ro ['hirou] n. Greek mythology. a priestess of Aphrodite, whose lover Leander swam the Hellespont every night to visit her. One night he drowned, and on learning of his death, Hero killed herself.
And there I was mouth agape, asking myself if this was legit. Is this romance for you? Is this, in the slightest, romantic, to you? If you ask me, my answer would be a flat no. I think it's stupid. I think it's damn stupid. And crazy. And creepy.
This love seemed more like an obsession and it's something I would not want to experience. Ever.
You want to email me? You want to text me? Call me? See me?
Fine. Just as long as you don't swim a body of water and drown while doing so.
That's where I draw the line thanks.
Fine. Just as long as you don't swim a body of water and drown while doing so.
That's where I draw the line thanks.
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