Once, there was a little fish, that stays in a little pond, by a little hill.
Every morning, the little fish would pop up to the surface of the little pond,
in hope to find whatever it is that it is searching for.

Days passed, weeks passed, and soon, years passed.
And yet, the little fish did not manage to see whatever it is that it is looking for.

One day, a little bird flew by the little pond, and notice the little fish, pondering on the surface
as though it is searching for something.

The little bird approached the little fish, and asked if it has managed to find whatever it's searching for
The little fish pondered for a while, and finally answered a simple no.
The little bird then asked how long has the little fish been searching for whatever it's searching for
"Oh, not so long...for the past 10 over years." the little fish replied.

"10 over years??" gasp the little bird. "Thats an aweful long time. What is it that you're looking for?"

Again, the little fish thought for quite some time. Quite a long time actually....and then it answered,

"It has been so long, I forgot what was it that I was searching for anymore...Could you please tell me what is it that I'm searching for?"

Could you?

Heard of Neil Gaiman before? He's the author for the movie, Stardust. Enjoyed reading that book. Stumbled upon one of his quotes yesterday. So not his writing style to be talking about love, cause most of his stuff are about fantasy and fairy tales. But then again, there's always romance involved in his work...so, probably that's why he can come out with something like this.

It just makes sense, to a certain extend...

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.”

~ Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #65 ~