Infatuation is a scary thing. Like the way it throws you off balance, like the way it makes you doubt your own judgement, like the way it makes you self-conscious, the way it consumes you. I am not bored and I am rarely fascinated. I barely know you and you got me speechless.
I like how you tell me you are glad I came over, I like how you look into my eyes and touch my soul, I like how your eyes light up as I understand what you say…Just the way your mouth twitches when you smile, I like how you remember the tiny details about me. I like how you keep the conversation alive, I like your subtle ways, I like the comfort, I like being alive, I like having you around.
I like the butterflies in my stomach as and when we talk. It takes a long time to fall for someone. Every now and then, you keep falling for that person; sometimes for a little, sometimes a lot. Sometimes you bounce back to reality and sometimes you just dive in those twin pools of warmth. I am intrigued and my thoughts go awry. I am clueless. I do not know what to do; maybe I should let your angelic ways engulf me, maybe I should see where this spell takes me, maybe I should let the time decide, maybe I should surrender.
I do know that there is no future for ‘US’, mostly because there is no US. There is only you and me, two people; going in different directions, having a different destiny; except in my daydreams, you are the beginning of the end.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “It’s Friday, I’m in Love.”
(I wrote this some million years back. It is inspired by this blog I like. Just felt like sharing today.)