A deliberate sharing about what I think love was

I met love so long ago. I never knew. He was just there waving his hands on my face, giving me a sweet smile before we depart and whispers mushy thoughts I pretend not to hear. I can’t believe too much. It must be too good to be true.

Love is intoxicating. It makes you hold on to thoughts of forever with faint feelings of doubt. It’s that utter happiness that deprives you of a goodnight’s sleep. There’s this stare you make, unconsciously, watching love carry on and it doesn’t have a clue until he tries to look your way. But before that, love just carries on the usual and you, for some reason, find it more fascinating than usual to watch.

You grin once he calls your name, and try your hardest not to let him know what your eyes are trying to say. There was that brief moment, you look at each other’s eyes, just that and it’s so weird because it was a stare that felt too long. Questions started building up your head wondering what love was thinking. Papers rustled, wind blew across the room and pens scratched their desks. And then time starts again with questions hanging in the air.

November 6, 2011 

now what--