Love at the end of the rainbow

I don’t know if it’s a good idea, but I think it’s the option I should consider at the moment. Putting the “lovelife” (or the absence of it) in the back-burner at the moment and focusing on a bigger, more important goal.

The last time I told myself to go on a romantic hiatus was so long ago. And though I have been single the past seven (7) years, I have always been open to the possibility of finding it sometime, somewhere around the corner. At this point, maybe in a way, I’ve become a little bit (or so much) tired of thinking of (and trying to chase after) that “love of my life”. Albeit I do not intend to give up altogether and I do still believe that it exists, I have to put it on hold.

I have to chase my own rainbow. And when I have climbed over that rainbow and reached the end, perhaps the love will come thereafter. This shouldn’t take long. When all of this is over, perhaps finding love wouldn’t be much of a trouble anymore. And when I find him, love shall be an open door.


“Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.”