Loving him makes me more myself than when I don’t think about it.
When I don’t think about him, I’m just an emotionless zombie walking around and doing the mundane routine everyday.
On the days I think about him, there is a spring to my steps and there is a warm blanket that spreads on the scars on my mind and heart. I’m more myself and able to give out that love to others as well.
On the days I think about him, my heart and body that’s dead otherwise is alive again and I’m floating to the sky and playing with the clouds.
On the days I think about him, my life has meaning again.
It’s been a year since we actually spoke and there have been days that I don’t think about him longer than few minutes because of the mess my life is. But he is still my favorite memory. The memory thats comforting on a cold winter night.
What are we when not in love?
A huge pile of arms and legs attached to the body just walking around without any purpose and meaning.
When in love even the silence sings because you can hear it in the silence.
The sun shines brighter and the clouds are extra puffy and the sprinkles of chocolate on top of your drink is extra chocolatey and the music you are listening to? it makes your heart grow and fall out of your chest.
Because on the days I think about him, my life is so much more colorful than the mundane gray that it usually is.
rachana rajan <3 