(The article is purely based on opinions of a teenager who might or might not have the same perspective today.)
We fall in love for the first time.
And every time it happens it happens for the first time.
The people we fall for are sweet and funny, mean and brutal and honest.
We fall for the ones who smell like the morning dew, freshly baked bread, perfect colognes, soil; fresh from the first few drops of rain, freshly picked tea and the warm evening sun.
Those who are puzzles and mind boggling riddles.
Even the ones who are mere shadows and a rude mockery find a place in the hearts.
The ones who have charming smiles and bright brown eyes.
The ones who turn out to be complete strangers when you finally think that you know them.
Sometimes you fall for people you barely know and probably never will- with them it’s like digging the rock solid ground with your bare hands.
Like digging graves hoping to ‘pull someone from the earth’.
There is something magical about it- something absolutely tragic. Only perhaps, because you were too young.
The very first time you fall in love is like a pulse of electricity running through your veins- and then it happens all over again.
You can write about it on a piece of paper- spray it with some flowery fragrance and seal the envelope, sing about it, stare into the starry skies and reminisce every second but no matter what preservatives you add- all of it will rot right before your eyes- paper crumbles, ink fades and memories die.
The people you fall for talk about families, neighbours, dead relatives, pre-school friends- people they handed change to and even those they haven’t met.
The fiery sunsets, the azure mornings and the charcoal nights.
The pink cherry blossoms, the sapphire lakes and the emerald pines.
The dip of the fire ball into the deep blue, the crumbling of Babel and the making of the mountains.
All this enough to make you swoon over the person for the rest of your days.
Love is magical, beautiful, mesmerising, exciting, graceful and yet is cruel, callous, vague, bloody and a pure mockery. This is how much we love, adore and value it yet how much we loathe and disregard it.
It is all of these words. Though time has made me believe that while trying to experience love with a single individual we forget that we all are raging balls of fire and love- every human bursting with a tremendous energy of love waiting to be exchanged- and in trying to love one person we lose out on all that love which we can experience in a smile exchange with the one you saw at the station, the one who helped you pick your scattered papers, the one who dropped you home safely, the one who stood up for you, the one who was so tough on you that it made you a tougher person, the ones who gave you their phone to use when you were distraught and even the ones you ended up loathing. Because hatred passes over and all that remains are memories but memories die, papers crumble and ink fades.
Original Art by; Lora Zombie