Concerning Candy Floss

Love is like Candy Floss

Wispy sometimes

Sticky sometimes.

Some of us prefer it on a stick. We want it now, and everyone must see it.

Some of us prefer it bagged, so we can nibble at it when we want to.



But Love isnt always sweet. There is an anxiety that clings onto the sticky bits of love. Many of us feel insecure because of love.

We arent quite sure what 'insecure' means, or even how to define it properly. But we feel it.

Ever logged onto mxit or gtalk when Your Love Interest is online. And you hesitate to say something. You're scared of courtesy. Those wispy replies that don't mean much. You yearn for their joy at seeing the little green online icon next to your name. Or even the most basic acceptance signifier, permission. Like a mini Helms deep in your head, you believe that by giving them the choice to initiate something they are reciprocating your affection somehow.

But nothing happens.

So you log off and immediately log Back on. Mostly for Dramatic effect. Almost a virtual nod. A tug at the sleeves. Ive done this. It seems so silly. Skipping stones and hoping for waves.

A stone gets its definition from comparison. It is a stone because it is smaller than a boulder but larger than a pebble. Love cannot be defined like this. Because it is not between two things.

No one makes Candy Floss from salt.

MJ

(part three in the series)

Part One

Part Two