It has happened before.
Yet, every time, it feels different.
Love can be a messy affair. I do not pretend to be an authority on it, but I've had my fair share of experience (for a teenager). As a result, let us assume me to be a credible source for the sake of my pleasure and the continuation of this piece.
Falling in love, on the other hand, is a matter possessing more honesty and beauty than any other phase in one’s life. I refer, of course, not to unrequited love. That is not beautiful at all. As a wise man once said, ‘That sucks’.
Every day you get to learn something new about this person you’re falling for. Their little idiosyncrasies, their endearing ‘flaws’, their stupid but adorable expressions. It adds up to complete a puzzle you already know is going to be beautiful.
It feels like a gentle nudge into the reality of another. An unknown realm that is now an indispensable part of your reality. They become a part of you.
You wish it stays, and never ends.
However, it has happened before.
And it feels different every time.
But will it last? Will it be the last time?
I do not know if either answer to that question will not be accompanied by a pang of melancholy.
For now, I choose to keep these thoughts aside and surrender to the waves of emotion that make my toes tingle and my smile widen.
Perspective
Abhay Budki
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