I have forgotten what it feels like to be in love - to feel the infatuation, the anxiety, the thrill of making eye-contact while trying to steal a glance and then noticing her lips part in a half concealed smile, the utter laziness you feel when you wake up in the morning that makes you lie in bed thinking about her for hours without getting up, poetic thoughts gushing through the mind with every single thought of her, the intoxicating mix of urge, pain, jealousy, hope, fear and apprehension, the blind optimism…
And with it, I seem to have forgotten, for a brief moment, how to write.
4 comments:
your post is poetic and evidence enough that you obviously haven't forgotten what it feels like to be in love. still trying to figure out what might have actually happened... :S
of course... the memories - though faint - of what it is like, still linger... but but the any semblance of what it FEELS like is gone... totally!
Rubbish I tell you... it was all a rusty ruse! LOL
:) lets see if we can regain this forgotten feelings....
Fall in love with a hundred souls within hundred years, each one will feel unique as if the first time, trust me.
When you are out of love, your heart merely becomes the rough cold rock it used to be. But never fear, when the right one comes along, they will carve a fine masterpiece out of it that will outshine the sorrows of the past.
Just you wait and see, my friend, just you wait :)
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