Falling In Love
I’m not sure how it happens or why it happens, but it happens.
Someone drifts into your life, sometimes like a soft summer breeze breathing fresh air into your thoughts, sometimes like an distant star exploding into dusty energy that finds its way into your heart.
Someone appears when you least expect it, and that person touches some part of you, not the part that is waiting for love, not the loneliness inside you, not the longing you have for another’s touch, but something . . . something that causes a curious turn of the head, something that catches you looking twice, looking back, looking with different eyes at a world you thought you knew, understood, had pinned down.
The world changes. The world you thought you knew melts before your eyes like a lazy candle flickering by an open window, and what you thought you knew best about your life becomes what you no longer really know at all. At first, you fight it, question it, laugh at yourself, consider and reconsider the surge of simple joy that seems to rise from within you. You walk through your daily life, but it’s a different journey now. Someone else walks with you, inside you, and in any unexpected moment you remember the smile, the sound of a voice, the gentle look of special eyes. You glow, you say silly things, you find yourself smiling uncontrollably, you turn to music, you imagine poetry, you drift into moments of restlessness. You become more than what you were. You grow . . . your thoughts expand, multiply or divide . . . who can say what the right word is? The one that you were becomes two.
Some say falling in love is a slow process, the steady growth of an emotion that winds like a vine and binds two lives together. I say love is more like a comet that scratches the night with an explosion of light travelling across dark skies into an unknown future.
Some say love needs to be nourished, takes time, evolves. I say love rushes into you like rolling thunder, slams a door on everything that came before, and opens a vista to everything that lies ahead.
Some say love completes you. I say love breaks you apart, crashes and smashes you into a jigsaw of emotions that you will never understand, throws you in pieces across a rocky beach, creates a puzzle so complicated and so baffling that you feel helplessly confused in the knowing that you can no longer feel whole again away from that other hand that touches your hand, separate from the lips that brush your lips, apart from the heart that beats in steady harmony with your heart.
Falling in love . . . so unpredictable, so unsettling, so utterly frightening . . . and so wonderful.
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