"She crouched on the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiseled lip curled in exquisite disdain. There is always something ridiculous about the emotion of people whom one ceased to love."
As quoted from The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
For some particular reason, I find his words to be so true that I sat up the moment upon reading it. Especially so, for the last line of the quote, "There is always something ridiculuos about the emotion of people whom one ceased to love".
It was as if I were exposed of a certain heinous crime or fraud. Could anyone deny the truth of that line? Could you? In fact, would you?
The more I ponder on it, the more guilt I felt. Have you ever embrace emotion with the entirety of your heart in a sole believe of the pureness of all goodness and perfection of everything you thought you hold true to? An emotion so strong, that you are overwhelmed yet unintimidated. So steadfast is your believe that, for a moment, you are capable of converting an entire nation. And in this godly state, you realise that it is because of your love for someone that shot you through this hallucinated state of heavenly wonder.
And you notice that this object of your adoration is flawless in everyway. The way his/her laughter rang out, the way they voiced their thoughts, the way they held themselves, every single detail was so beautifully engineered that it is beyong capturing. So much so that any attempt of such would risk tainting them.
Ironically, upon a drop of a small pin, you lose your religion. Nothing they do could redeem themselves to the former glory you once hold them. As for every single gesture they made towards you, you'd shudder in deep reproach. For hours on, you curse yourself for the terrible mistake of ever deciding to love them. And in that moment it dawns to you that they are the most ludicrous individuals you've met, hence made the lightning decision of never to cross path with them again.
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