Shooting Stars

I was chatting with a good friend of mine earlier, after a while of silence. Silence set in because of a lot of reasons: I left the company, I was busy with my job, AND he didn't like the idea of me going our with him (like everyone else). And so here are a few lines from the long conversation we had as I was defending my so-called relationship. He has a lot of reasons to hate the relationship I went through, but primarily because he simply...hated him from the beginning:

Good Friend: well maybe he was serious for a moment
Good Friend: at mejo fickle lang sha talaga
Good Friend: kasi i have a hard time believing that that was all it was
Good Friend: kung ganon katagal?
Me: fickle?
Me: are women mere items from a convenient store???
Me: you get fickle-minded with things to buy, things to wear, places to go....
Me: ...but not people to love.
Good Friend: hala
Good Friend: drama
Good Friend: natawa ko dun!:D
Me: hehe

He ate his words, and I ate mine, as we processed conversations and instances I've had with the controversial boy. He ended up defending men and their "swaying emotions", their ability to "swing back" to stage one when they fall "out of love", and their tendencies to be "overwhelmed with possibilities" when a new girl comes along, ...Never realizing that the "new one" might still not be Her, and they end being with the "old one" for reasons they themselves do not understand.

Why do we not understand in the first place? Because we thought it was love, and it wasn't. It was just infatuation...The feeling of belongingness, of being wanted. We enjoy this feeling of contentment that we don't want to let go of it because we think it to be real. Because it was magical and wonderful in the beginning, but not for a lifetime...

This feeling they call infatuation that people often confuse with love..."They are shooting stars...A spectacular moment of light in the heavens; a fleeting glimpse of eternity...and in a flash, they're gone."