[+ve] Love is an asymptote


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So Abby and I were chatting, (on Whatsapp) and off on a irrelevant (but always fun) tangent again over her lunch.

At some point, I mentioned the oft-heard cliche: One doesn’t know true love until it’s gone.

‘That’s so SAAAD’ she replied.

Yeah, I thought. That is sad.

But perhaps I would like to retract what I said. Perhaps what I meant to say was, one will never know true love, period.

True love is an asymptote. It’s that line that an exponential curve approaches but never reaches. And if you think that too is sad, I beg to differ.

There is a certain beauty in never being able to know true love, but to always be approaching it. The same way lingerie tantalises, true love being always just out of reach might just be what keeps the flame alight. It is what will keep love songs playing, florists in business, and people in love.

The things we do for love are silly in many ways. Indeed, some might ask, why reach for something one can never achieve? Where’s the point in that? The point, I think, is in the pursuit. The joys are unforgettable, the despair often near-insurmountable. That in itself is what makes it exquisite.

And that’s not even the point.

If everything we did needed to have ‘a point’, we’d be a mighty boring race. That, I assert, we are not. Some things we must do just because.


[+ve] A small gift from Abby


First post for my [+ve] journal!

We were at Sephora (ION Orchard) just helping her spend some gift vouchers . When she suggested I get lip balm for my always-chapped lips.

We busied around the store a little bit. After some waiting, we got our hands on the varieties of  lip balm on sale. There was grapefruit, honey, menthol, pomegranate and flavourless balm. The grapefruit one smelt more like grape than grapefruit, honey was waaay too sweet smelling, and pomegranate.. well I just don’t like it. It was between menthol and flavourless.

I applied both of them on my hand and quickly decided against the flavourless one. The too-smooth texture would likely make me lick my lips clean of them too quickly.

So it was settled. Now it will stay handily in my bag, as both a reminder to keep them lips balmed up and of a brilliant gem of friendship.

Now I just have to stop the habitual peeling.