“Find me now. Before someone else does.” (IQ84 – Haruki Murakami)
Some of us like to live a well-planned life. Some of us just go with the flow. But even for the most easygoing ones, to some extent, we still need to know where we are going, to which horizons we are heading. Sometimes we still need a minimum of planning and organization for our lives. Maybe not for the whole future ahead of us. But a few next steps for the next few months or years could be appreciable. Plans are reassuring: “After high school, I will attend to college” or, “I want to travel a bit” or “Five years from now, I want to change my job. I want to get married, to have kids…” Pretty sure all of us once have had that kind of plan. Or had tried to have it.
When it comes to love, do we have a plan too?
Which is your plan A? And do you have a plan B in case? Which one is your exit door?
Tricky question, right?
I have asked myself the same question. I have never thought of this.
I think I have only got a plan A for love. Love no matter what. Love to death. Crazy and stubborn idea of loving. Stupid kind of love which turns numb your brain and makes you lose your mind.
No matter how many weighty disappointments or disillusionments I might have to overcome, I would never arrange myself for a plan B. An emergency exit for love. No way. I know I always got a bit of a risky behavior as for love. Not always it’s worth a try. I am conscious. More than once I had failed the plan A with no plan B.
But a plan B seems small, despicable and unromantic. And especially sad.
How does this sound to you:” Hey, I love you, I will wait for you. But if this is too much for me, I will look for another person and try with someone else.”
So, no plan B for me for the moment. My only eventual emergency exit is hoping that the plan A works a bit.