Seasons of Love
Falling in love feels so good.
It’s that feeling when cupids pierce you with their endorphine-laden arrows. There is no other way but up even when things may you bring down. You have no time to feel blue as you fill your mind with the thought of him or her. His coo. Her laughter. What ecstasy.
“I wonder what she’s doing now?”
“I wonder what he’s thinking now?”
“Oh I miss her.”
“I miss him.”
“I think I’m falling in love.”
“Damn, I think I love her.”
“Let’s have dinner. Drinks after? Coffee or tea? ”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Maybe yes. Yes!”
And as they kissed, fireworks exploded in their brains and hearts, butterflies flutter frantically in utter joy . . . and life feels limitless.
Love. It’s like seasons. And just like seasons it’s nature is everchanging. After summer comes fall where leaves turn bright orange and red while they fall one by one into the ground. As love gets more intense, so does insecurity.
“Are you OK?”
“Your phone flashed up. Parker called. Who’s he?”
“Are you ignoring me?”
“I’m tired and I just want to sit and be quiet.”
“Don’t you love me anymore?”
. . .
“Do you still love me?”
Winter chills freeze hearts till they break into million little pieces that continue to break into zillion little pieces till it’s gone.
As if the love between them was never there. Never.
Then silence . . .
Is that the end? How bleak.
Bleak. Sometimes it is.
But at times hope springs.
When two people know that they’re worth fighting for.
How do we know? We know.