It’s a song that occasionally finds its way onto my ipod during shuffle. It makes me smile. It makes me wanna sing along to a bouncy Mickey head. It’s “Forget About Love” from Aladdin II (there was a sequel? Yeah, it was called Return of Jafar. In fact, there was a trequel — i invented that word — called King of Thieves, too. Get with your Disney movies, yo!)
I always sing along to that song, even if I’m in public, I’ll do it under my breath. It’s such a funny little blurb about such girly stuff — all the reasons why, despite the way love really just wrings you out till you’re a ruh-tard, I still can’t forget about love.
Forget about that guy, Forget about the way you fell into his eyes; Forget about his charms, Forget about the way he held you in his arms.
Walking on air’s obnoxious,
Will make you nauseous
And you’ll never get enough, Just forget about love!
Forget about romance, Forget about the way your heart begins to dance;
Then you feel the blush, When he’s spouting out some sentimental mush
How can I forget all that? It’s the best part of falling. It’s that wondering if he’s there to catch you at all, or the uncertainty of the meaning behind the brush of his fingers on your knee, the speculation as to whether that smile was for you, the looks that you can’t hold because you start blushing it’s embarrassing.
Yes, they all kind make me nauseous. Yes, they are kind of obnoxious. Yes, I can totally live without having my world spun. But then…
There are cozy rendezvous and candlelights for two…the feeling of the air being knocked out of you the first time your fingers close around each other’s and you realize that he’s reality…the quiet laughter in the dark…the random carress of the cheek as he passes by you…Yes, please.
And sometimes, you get really really lucky. And you find someone who is there to catch the fall after all. Someone who understands that love isn’t just about the nauseous, obnoxious walking on air, but also the frustrating, teeth-gritting, omg-I-can’t-believe-you-just-did-that moments. It’s about compromise and a promise to be there to catch every fall.
To wish, to want, to wonder…to find the sun through rain and thunder…
Yeah, love is pretty revolting and obnoxious…unless you’re the one in it.
Here’s to hoping I never Forget About Love.