What it is like

A snippet from my work. --- JSB

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"You don't love someone you can live with - you love the person you cannot live without."
---Josh Marino

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Falling in love with you is like walking on a tightrope without the tightrope.

Falling in love with you is like singing a beautiful, haunting song.

It's like singing an incomplete yet beautiful melody.

It's like a strong, gentle breeze. Inside a cozy room.

It's the palpitation after 10 cups of coffee. And the crash after that.

It's the silently heard smiles after hours of conversation. The indescribable sense of contentment which comes after that.

It's the ridiculously long five minutes. After I click the "Reply" button.
Falling in love with you is like flying.

Falling in love with you is the feeling before the curtain rises. And the feeling while the curtain is rising.

Falling in love with you is the thunderous applause of the crowd. After an epic punchline.

Falling in love with you is writing a song. And not having to grope for words and notes.

It's like dancing waltz in the rain.

It's like a promise fulfilled. A promise made eons ago.

It's the feeling after writing and finishing a book. A good book. About love.

It's probably the feeling of being in your arms. The sense of helplessness and surrender.

It's that little ray of sunshine. Amidst all the rays of sunshine.

It's that look in your eyes.

It's that sound. The sound of your voice. I want to hear. Over and over again.

Your eyes, your munchkin nose. Your adorable smile. Your whole being. Your tall figure.


It's you. And the hope that this pushes through.




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Preposterous (1)

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She was probably one of those girls---backpack, eyeglass, books, Coleman, Sisters' favorite. She was probably the quiet one, the teachers' greatest insecurity. She was probably the most intelligent in her high school class, and probably one of the most liked. She was probably the seemingly innocent, model student. She was probably the type I dislike most.

But some time ago, I realized she was also capable of doing things which do not fall under the "perfectly straight" category. She took something important away from me. She stole something I thought I hid in an unknown, secret place. She stole my heart.

I did not know how she found it, but she did. I watched helplessly as she was doing the deed.

And worse, I loved every second of it. I loved everything about it. The thrill. The goosebumps. The proverbial fireworks. The unwritten songs. The entire phantasma which is her. Her smile which fill my dreams. Her eyes. Her lips. Her musical laugh. Her voice. Her entire being.

I want to love her. I want to see her and give her a tight embrace. I want to watch clouds with her. I want to protect her from harm. I want to hold her hand. I want to sing her new songs. I want to make her happy.

What I say may seem preposterous, but what I say is true.

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