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
But 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.
Blind
Deaf
Cautious in every step
Arms outstretched
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
I suppose.