Cuddle…

Art : Evil - LOVE.

By Sakuan.

In my arms you were, I don’t know why, but there I was—your scent, your touch, your warmth. I guess this is what they call love, but that can’t be because this feels fairly new. Is this the part where they say love is blind? But this isn’t love. The only reason I can’t say I love you is because I don’t know what that feels like. Is this it? No frame of reference. How do I gauge what this feeling is? I’ve never felt it before. Is love an amalgamation of feelings? I think so. I get jealous, I get protective, I get happy, I get sad when you are sad— all of this when I am with you. I’ve felt these feelings before, but not with the same person all at once. These are just some of the feelings I can name; there’s way more than that in the chamber. I just don’t know how to explain them. I was never taught about these feelings. Do people even get taught about this love thing? How do I know I am in it? What if this is just a fleeting feeling like the rest of them? It has to be, because people cheat on each other all the time; people fall out of love. I need to know how that can happen before I fall into it, just to prevent it… but here’s the kicker: this no longer only involves me. There’s someone else in the picture that I have no control over. Ahh, damn… here comes this other thing called trust. This isn’t fair. I’ve gone through so much in life, and now the concept of trust doesn’t come easy to me. This is going to be a tough one. I have all these feelings toward her, but I can’t invite her into my life because of this one thing called trust. “It’s not you, it’s me”—touché. Take a leap of faith, they say. Well, fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you. That’s what I say. I’ve been betrayed so many times, and every time I took a leap of faith, the height kept getting higher and higher. Right now, I’m questioning who in their sane mind would take a leap of faith from the tallest building in the world. You’ll just die, no?

By Nu Nazareth.