You spot your special someone for the first time, and the world comes to a standstill, and your favourite romantic track begins to play in the background, next thing - he sees you, and the sky is illuminated by fireworks. This one’s for the ultra quixotic populace. For the rest of us, we keep spotting them; sometimes we take note, sometimes they do. Finally, somebody realizes it’s worth the try, and takes a step ahead and sometimes it works, sometimes it works much later, sometimes it works with somebody else – but it works alright.
Successively come the most beautiful inclinations of the social angle of your existence. The creative and ‘could-have-done-better-without-trying-to-be-creative’ techniques of saying “will you go out with me,” and the wonderful ways of saying ‘yes’ - thespian and crazy, or the over-subtle and expressionless, or the closer to sanity, smiley and amorous. From here kick starts your love story, the chronicle of the good and bad/sad/boring/irritating fractions – depending on how long you’ve been dating - of both your lives entwined.
All your first time experiences, or your first’s with this someone, depending on how socially flourishing you’ve been, take flight from this moment - your first date, your first time holding hands, your first peck, your first kiss, your first I LOVE YOU and other bits and pieces, like your first time getting caught by somebody you didn’t tell (read ‘parents’), first big fight, first time you wanted to bang their head against the wall and hit them so hard that.., well, just hard enough.
On a more serious note, you’ll find your days filled with all these colours that you never knew existed, and a hundred thousand additional emotions that crop up from somewhere deep inside your own little heart, and each time you perceive the musical whisper of an I love you from that one soul, your heart beats a little faster, and there’s this weird kind of warmth that packs up your heart – I do not get how it’s possible, but really, and then you congregate all those hundred thousand emotions and deliver the equally perfect and heartfelt, I love you too.
A new found relationship is one of the most exhilarating things to happen. You never know what could ensue – one minute its perfect, the very next you have a tiff; one minute you’re defending yourself, a second later you’re saying sorry; one minute you’re eating a hell of attitude, and the very next, you’re down on your knees begging.
Even then, those love filled moments surpass every other practical ruling. You may get stuck having to listen to your friend grumble about her boyfriend/his girlfriend, and you’re just wondering in full volume in your head, then why are you together, and you realize, oops, you just said it out loud! Regardless, the immediate next day, you get some valuable data reminding you how adorable, kind, loving, thoughtful and everything good on the globe that person is, and you go like, what the heck, why bother?
Let me explain. From all the excitement, to all the joy of a relation, to the steady pace of commitment, to fights, and arguments, and taunts, and dying understanding, to a ray of hope, to the joy of giving, to the beauty of understanding, is the miracle of love.
With time, comes this false feeling of the attachment going stale and bland. Nobody likes it ordinary. But you know what, love does not fade with time, it just has this new dimension, the part wherein it dawns upon you - from here on, you’ve reached a whole new level, a bit of a new world, where you’ve got to grow up a little, and just end your hunt for anything new, and try and comprehend the actuality - that this person by your side has been there for so long, that this person doesn’t have to, but still is…
It’s messy though, if someone special and close to you falls in love, they’re in high spirits alright, but you, you’re stuck listening to over-sentimental sagas, sometimes tragedies, you’re duty-bound to help with surprises (like the-first-time-we-held-hands anniversary) that you don’t care about, being calm and composed even though all of this is really getting to you now.
In the end, they’re the ones who get to live happily ever after.
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