sighs came in circles and twirls..swooshing and fluttering like brushes of butterfly wings, eyelashes against one's cheek, heart melting at the slightest blush of heat - like a butter.
it's mush and cheesy, watching a Korean-novela taking at potshot at romance.
watching on the reel people falling in love and in that state of wondrous, rapturous feeling - somehow fanning hopes for the cynic-on-the-edge that somehow it would come off for real.
it's hard to feign nor watch it under closed lids..that giddy feeling spiralling down one's spine, only to rush back with a hard thrust...sending the spirit on a different kind of high.
it's like eating fluffs after fluffs of wispy, pink clouds of candy in a park...licking the last drip of one's strawberry-flavored ice-cream..sipping a tall watermelon shake while watching a soccer game..eating sweet, fleshy strips of mango while swinging lazily on a hammock..watching the sun paint the sky tangerine as it dip into the mirrored waves...getting soaked in the rain and not really giving a care while laughing at the silliest of things..walking and giggling as the clouds relieve itself of its wet burden...doing all of this things, holding hands with that particularly special someone.
it's quite normal actually, to be giddied by a single frame of "reel love"...
but me, welcoming the normalcy of such things comes as a tad wonderful for beads of reason i simply leave as an afterthought...
the feeling of being able to recognize the suggested emotion - state of being in love, of love - gushed anew...the thrilling amorphous orb of ecstasy bobbing at the pit of my stomach, like excitement coming in small pellets jumping up and down my system.
i quietly smiled at myself. bemused.
i thought dementors of my not-too-distant past have sucked the happy thoughts and feelings that lives in me.
well, it could only wish it had.
my spirit floats and hums its tune, my soul knows it shall be reembraced by a beloved - unnamed still, without a face - soon.
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