Not a love story, just an infatuation

2010

“He’s the rhythm to my lyrics and the fire to my spirit”

That’s what my mind keeps saying all the time. It’s like everything around me is halted.

When you’re attracted to someone charismatic, you tend to do silly things around them. The self-reliant trait of your personality just shrinks a bit and you find yourself in a coherent situation acting like a novice. Not only this your brain functions antithetical and you feel half paralyzed. Suddenly the words tremble from your mouth and you feel anxious.

The moment you first met them gets stuck in your mind and keeps rewinding in dilatory motion. The world seems to be contrasting as an alluring illusion.

“When he looks at me my mind losses sanity”

You become counscious when they’re around. You start noticing things that are pertained to both of you, the little talks, the same interest, the random joke someone made and you both laughed together. Everything just slides in your mind like a movie. You start feeling uncannily exquisite about every moment.

Changes occur, mentally as well as physically too. You commence to dress up explicitly.

You don’t judge them, instead you question your own intelligence.


Well this is who we are, a complex machine who possess emotions and commit mistakes.

And it’s okay to make a joke of ourselves or to fall down on the ground in front of everyone else. To have optimism in life, accepting the rejections and appreciating the proposals, respecting the decisions and protecting the ones we love.

It’s never to late for anything till the time is in our favor.

“I’m sceptical about my feelings towards him and maybe he’ll never know about it”

Advertisements

11 thoughts on “Not a love story, just an infatuation

Add yours

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: