Many guys fall in love. They fall in love all the time, many times and fall out too. In most cases, it starts with that moment. The moment when he sees her for the first time. Most relationships start with infatuation, a physical attraction. People confuse that with sexual desires, but the truth is it is not really sexual. It is sublime in that the world starts fading away when he sees her. She need not even notice him. In fact, rarely do they notice the guy, coz not all guys are obvious when they stare. They cannot help but stare.
There is a zoom-in effect on her while everything else zooms out. Music really does start playing in the mind. Somehow she captivates him without saying a word. This beats all possible scientific explanations. It reminds us that we do not question science enough for what is science if not questioning?
The air gets a smell unfelt before. Worldly ideas, possessions and goals matter little then. Time does not really freeze, but he doesn't care about it passing. All he can think of...well he is thinking little then...is her. There is nothing purer than a genuine appreciation of true beauty, probably purer than the beauty itself.
He does not expect her to talk to him. He probably does not even want it. Nothing material, sensory or even sensual should disturb this pristine moment. It is just him and his thoughts with the mere sighting, smelling, sounds and very rarely, touch of her. It is a homogeneous, clear feeling blanched by the very light skimming her skin or apparel. A description of this moment is an insult in itself. It needs an enormous ego to foolishly attempt to dimensionally crush it into words, gestures or sounds.
Someone has to do it.
To the unfortunate ones who have never felt this, let me attempt to give you a horrible black & white vga version of a 100Mpixel view. Well, you know what, that is what I have done so far.
This ends, as it must, with a sincere apology to those who have felt this emotion as I have wronged them almost fatally by brutalizing their beautiful moments into crass, crude words bereft of timely punctuation.
What can I say...we don't control what we write...
There is a zoom-in effect on her while everything else zooms out. Music really does start playing in the mind. Somehow she captivates him without saying a word. This beats all possible scientific explanations. It reminds us that we do not question science enough for what is science if not questioning?
The air gets a smell unfelt before. Worldly ideas, possessions and goals matter little then. Time does not really freeze, but he doesn't care about it passing. All he can think of...well he is thinking little then...is her. There is nothing purer than a genuine appreciation of true beauty, probably purer than the beauty itself.
He does not expect her to talk to him. He probably does not even want it. Nothing material, sensory or even sensual should disturb this pristine moment. It is just him and his thoughts with the mere sighting, smelling, sounds and very rarely, touch of her. It is a homogeneous, clear feeling blanched by the very light skimming her skin or apparel. A description of this moment is an insult in itself. It needs an enormous ego to foolishly attempt to dimensionally crush it into words, gestures or sounds.
Someone has to do it.
To the unfortunate ones who have never felt this, let me attempt to give you a horrible black & white vga version of a 100Mpixel view. Well, you know what, that is what I have done so far.
This ends, as it must, with a sincere apology to those who have felt this emotion as I have wronged them almost fatally by brutalizing their beautiful moments into crass, crude words bereft of timely punctuation.
What can I say...we don't control what we write...
