I always found love to be this irrational thing
I still do.
It makes people do things
Crazy things, in my eyes.
I know, I’ve don’t it too.
I don’t know why,
I mean, I know why
Life is so much simpler without those emotions.
And I try to break it down to just these chemical reactions in our brains
But when I fell in love for the first time
I could understand.
Or at least, I thought I could.
At the time I described it as the feeling of free fall
Not even falling, flying.
Looking back however
It was more like stumbling around in the dark.
Cautious in every step
Praying I would keep my footing.
And it was scary.
And when I fell out of love
I didn’t just fall.
I tripped over my own feet and rolled downhill.
Still unable to see anything.
Hitting jagged rocks and every rough patch
Until I hit the water.
The cold splash of reality brought me back to my senses.
Able to see, hear, and understand everything that had just happened.
And after all that
I still call love irrational and strange.
I don’t understand why it makes people do the things they do
But I can empathize with them.
Would I fall in love again?
I don’t know.
That’s for time to tell