Love. It's such a weird feeling, like when a kid gazes at the passing trees buildings from within a train cabin, with such admiration, fascination and intense concentration. of course, it would be a bold assumption to say that what I'm feeling is love. After all, I'm not even Twenty years of age. If I were to tell my elders I'm in love, they would scorn me with much disdain.
See, I met this girl. [Don't all love stories start with those four words 'I met this girl'] We met through a mutual acquaintance. Nah, it wasn't love at first sight or 'they fell in love and lived happily ever after' kinda story. [If you do think of that, you're either very very very young, or you've been watching Shrek a little too many times]
To have the heart kindof skip a beat when one sees a certain someone, it's startling to say the least. [chuckles] But then, who ever can predict how his or her body or heart or mind reacts to seeing a loved one.
Some people hyperventilate. Others faint. Others blush to the color of beetroot. Some are struck dumb. Others become exceptionally chatty when within physical proximity of the person they love. Some become happier, their faces gets more radiant and their eyes glisten with warmth. Others just live.
To think it's been barely over 2 months since we've met, and now we're chatting at least five times a week, and feelings grew. You know, at certain nights, the smell from the jasmine flowers outside wafts into my room, and it creates both a satisfaction, fragrance that blesses the mind, and yet arouses a desire for more of it.
It's not easy to find somebody whom can click well with you, who makes you smile inside, and you hope you've made her smile too.
Yet, it's amazing what love does to friendships. One drifts away while one flows nearer.
Nobody can predict the way winds blow, just as nobody can predict when love will come. I remember reading a sentence or two from a Nicholas Sparks book that said, 'You neither see nor hear the wind, but you feel it and know its existence. You will never see nor hear love but you will feel it and know its existence.'
Ain't It True?
I've Fallen For You.
But I Can't Be Daring Anymore
Cause There's No Higher I Can Go
To Look Into Your Eyes As You Glance In Mine
To Hear The Sweet Sound of Your Laughter. Divine.
But Why Rush A Walk To Remember
Though I Know I Can't Care For Another
Yet The Notion of Being
So Far Yet So Near..
But There's Still Time To Be Spent With Each Other
Can I Wait For You?
Or Should I Concede Defeat
And Gaze From Afar?
Only You Can Tell Me.
Only. You.
