In Love With Falling In Love

It was like falling asleep in a storm and waking up to a warm and sunny day- he was like sunshine. As the birds sang my heart rang. The warmth of love at its best. Love at sunrise. Being in love was so beautiful... But all too soon the heat was unbearable. It burnt my skin and more than warmth I felt irritation. I had tog et out of it and leave it alone. And just like that he was gone

Thank goodness for the afternoon though, because it brought with it a gentle breeze. A breeze which soothed the burn wounds from the morning and early afternoon sun. A breeze which carried on the wind the beautiful music of rustling leaves. Once again I found myself in love. Madly, passionately, but cooly. The music sang until it turned from senasational vibrations to a sound which was harsh to the ears and made them bleed. In the panic, the breeze turned into a harsh gust of wind, throwing summer hats in the air and making dresses flair upside down unflatteringly. I had to get away from it. So I had to run inside to find relief.

Indoors with a lit fireplace, the sound of wood and coal crackling in the fir calmed my nerves while the security and warmth of the house soothe the effects of the assault by the afternoon not so long ago. Love was found. Love, peace, joy, beauty, warmth and security. But because when a fire is warm, that's that, nothing can change and I was made for variety, the fire grew boring and I had to get away. Away to the window to be swept away by the midnight stars.

Stars: Beautiful, peaceful, dreamy, awesome indeed. Love has found me once more. But differently this time, because like the stars, it is distant, dreamlike. Real enough to be seen but conceptual enough not be tangible...
Love is amazing, but falling in love is better, the danger though, is that falling is a process or journey and love is the destination...