This is how I fell in love with you:

This is how I fell in love with you:

First, it was your smile: 
I couldn’t get that spark in your eye out of my mind — like starlight, twinkling on the midnight haze of thoughts. Glimmering light, showing me something I couldn’t see before — love? I can’t explain, but I could feel…

Second, it was your voice: 
Soothing, smooth, piercing. It reached through my ears, and touched a place deep-seated in me — something I thought I had buried with years of practiced indifference. Music and melody took a whole new spectrum…

Third, it was your scent: 
It reminded me of the morning dew and the bittersweet scent of acid rain — powerful, yet subtle as nature itself. Childhood memories burst forth and I imagined bubbles, popping. There was also the sweet aroma of the mountains…

Fourth, it was your touch: 
How I wanted to hold your hand, our fingers clasped around each other in a microcosmic embrace — a union of flesh and flesh, yet distinct. The chemistry, undeniable once the spark reached through the skin, just as your eyes pierced…

Fifth, it was your taste: 
Nevermind the earthen whiff of your hair or the silence that accompanied your slow breath — a soft kiss upon your cheek. My lips were overwhelmed by saline and sweet. Cheese and chocolate, bread and jam — something beyond the faint lingering of breakfast, lunch, or dinner…

This is how I fell in love with you:

Sixth, it was the commonality: 
How you seemed to make me smile with the same tactics I use on you. How we share even the little things. We didn’t mind what few interests kept us talking to each other — we just did. We made each other feel different, and that is what made us the same…

Seventh, it was the memory: 
How we used to be just friends or didn’t know what we were doing. Nobody knew, we used to say — we were in on the secret the first time we admitted. That night when we finally reclaimed passion. It was a risk — we both knew it would change everything…

This is how I fell in love with you:

Eighth, it was the negativity: 
Passion in anger, passion in grief. We drifted away from each other, but knew there was still something that bound us together. The hurt and the pain cemented our humanity, and reaffirmed our imperfections. It was the reversal that kept us moving forward…

This is how I fell in love with you:

Ninth, it was the thought of love: 
Because I thought I loved you. Because I thought I could. There is a bond between us, but could we call it love? Love is relative, we would tel each other. Yet we loved each other. Yet we thought we did love each other…

This is how I fell in love with you:

Tenth, I didn’t.

Entries of an Imaginary Alter-Ego. 30-03-2011