Tuesday, June 28, 2016

I love you, because... how could I not?

I love you.

...do I? do I really?

I'm quite certain that I do!

...how can I be so certain?

I cannot know, but I can feel it and I feel it just like that!

...so what exactly do I feel?

I can't explain it, I can't put it into words, I can't write a song about it and I can't paint it in all the colours of the rainbow. I feel a sudden rush of blood flowing — no! — bursting through my veins and racing fiercely towards my heart and pumping it as hard as my chest will stand it — even harder — so much it pains me with every single thrust! but that's not it, that's not even the start of it! that's just the droplet that fell from the waves shadowing the sun and threatening to drown me in my own misery... and such great misery is only due to the fact that you're not with me and I'm not even present in the sighs of your thoughts.

...and what is this thing that can't be explained, that can't be put into words or song and can't even be painted with all the colours of the rainbow?

it's love, foolish love, blinded, bounded and gagged love, all the mistakes we can ever make bundled together into one single word — love!

...such a thing, if it were to be real, would certainly be inhumane! would it not?

my dear friend, now you finally understand, for love is truthfully the most inhumane thing that ever dared to be conceived — and it was conceived! and love became the behemoth of cruelty when someone loved for the first time and such inconceivable evil was allowed physical presence in our world.

...how can I then submit to such a thing?

how could I not?