Falling in love is amazing.One has tiny butterflies flying up and down, in circles and all whenever the prospect of a simple conversation arises. Even a simple look or a slight brush of the hand creates a flurry of the entire mind surprisingly to a degree that makes one go kind of woozy and unstable on her feet.
Now that i think about it being in love is also fascinating, After all when else do those circumstances present themselves that one is absolutely for no reason compelled to leave behind a half finished macro internal, thereby leaving her marks at the utter mercy of the professor inspite of slogging like a pig over the syllabus earlier and for what?here comes the best part...just to see the person in formals( as if it was equivalent to a never to occur phenomena occuring, like that of pigs flying for instance).
But no matter how thrilling or enjoyable the entire business of love be, very soon one gets to realise that it was actually the idea of being in love that had taken precedence over the love with the individual. The person rather becomes somewhat interchangeable even at times expendable, it is that desire...that vision of being madly in love with someone that counts.One thinks for a short while so what?? it is still love what matters and desperately tries to grasp on to the vestigeal remains of long wasted and withered away vision. Funny how things turn out to be.
And ultimately no matter how many days, months or years it may take to reach on the point of this divine realisation, the time comes for goodbyes. Sometimes it is gentlemanly and sometimes messy. Well no matter what form it assumes it can never be a friendly affair.
It is sad!
And at times fucking awkard!
Now that i think about it being in love is also fascinating, After all when else do those circumstances present themselves that one is absolutely for no reason compelled to leave behind a half finished macro internal, thereby leaving her marks at the utter mercy of the professor inspite of slogging like a pig over the syllabus earlier and for what?here comes the best part...just to see the person in formals( as if it was equivalent to a never to occur phenomena occuring, like that of pigs flying for instance).
But no matter how thrilling or enjoyable the entire business of love be, very soon one gets to realise that it was actually the idea of being in love that had taken precedence over the love with the individual. The person rather becomes somewhat interchangeable even at times expendable, it is that desire...that vision of being madly in love with someone that counts.One thinks for a short while so what?? it is still love what matters and desperately tries to grasp on to the vestigeal remains of long wasted and withered away vision. Funny how things turn out to be.
And ultimately no matter how many days, months or years it may take to reach on the point of this divine realisation, the time comes for goodbyes. Sometimes it is gentlemanly and sometimes messy. Well no matter what form it assumes it can never be a friendly affair.
It is sad!
And at times fucking awkard!
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