I looked at her again. In the moonlight, her face appeared flushed, lost of its color, appearing bland, simple, yet so beautiful. I skipped a heartbeat.
It had been only a few weeks since we had started dating. Yet, looking at her face like this, under the moonlight, it felt, as if I have known her for an entire lifetime.
It was autumn and the air was filled with a delicate scent of night jasmine. A sickle-shaped moon hung leisurely in the air. Small clouds floated in the sky like little pirate boats in search of treasure. And a starry sky glittered in the background. It was breathtaking.
So this is what it must feel like being in love, I thought as I breathed in the fresh night breeze.
Being in the grip of this intense feeling of longing for another person. This feeling that grows from the most sacred depth of your being. From the depth of your soul. And which spreads out to every inch of your body. to every atom, igniting your every thought, your every imagination. This is how you feel when you love someone.
A gush of air caressed my face gently and brought me out of my reverie. She was looking at me. Her eyes reflecting the glint of the moon, making her appear even more dreamy. A product of my imagination.
She smiled delicately. And then without saying anything slipped her fingers into mine and started walking leisurely.
Walking beside her like this, I felt as if I was in a dream, in a state of trance. In a state of an intense hallucination brought about by mystic substance or enlightenment that only ancient sages could ever experience.
This feeling, from the way it felt within me, made me realize without any doubt that I now belonged to the group of select few who have felt this amazing feeling. This feeling that connects you to the cosmic, to that magical faith called god.
Feeling this, for the first time in my life I felt religious and hoped that God existed, and that the concept of multiple lives was true, and a man could live a many lives on this earth.
For one life seemed utterly short to live this life of being in love with her. Too short to demonstrate the love I had for her in my heart. Too short to take all the evening walks I wanted us to take together. And share gay laughs that would fill up not one, not two, but many lifetimes.
Falling in love – So I guess this is how it feels to be falling in love. The way it feels to be standing on the edge of a cliff. To bend a little and have a glance at the bottomless depths. To be in doubt. To be in fear. To be thrilled. And then in a state of childlike wonder, lift one foot off the ground, and lean a little more. To tell yourself that you are just looking. That nothing is going to happen. That it’s just one time you’re doing this. Just for the fun. For the high. For the thrills … Continue reading here.