Whenever I lay my eyes on her, my chest feels, expanding? Light? As if something is filling it up?
Whatever it is, the chain of reaction that ensues from the first sight of her is devastatingly insanely mad.
Both ends of my lip curl up, forming a smile. Once in a while, I’ll accidentally flash my yellowish white teeth. When that happens, be noted that everything is getting intense inside. Because I am pretty sure no one in their right mind will bare their imperfections for others to see, let alone the person he or she admires.
Remember how in cartoons, a male character in love appears to have a wolf, or gorilla beating the hearts violently, howling out of control. For inside every man, lives a beast, whose only task is to beat your chest, making your heart race though you appear calm on the outside. Well, don’t we have to appear calm? It would be preposterous to be out of control and convulsing-ly confessing your love to them.
If such inexcusable thing were to happen, many men will find themselves behind bars. Or perhaps slapped with restraining orders. Or perhaps some will find their own crazies, luckily, or not, by doing so.
But that’s the thing with love. You either go quietly because there’s no love, or you let some parts, if not the whole universe know of it. Love comes in a package of madness. As Francoise Sagan put it,
I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, is the only sensible way to love.
ps: Another one I wrote some time early this year. I feel that it is a wonderful thing if you get the chance to be madly in love with someone. I know I did experience that before. So, a toast for the future to everyone reading this =)