1st time I fell in love.

Beginnings (Reposting from his blog) 

“Can you feel that?” you snuggled closer until I could feel the abnormally faster beating of your heart.

“It does that every time I am near you,” you murmured while at the same time putting the palm of your hand to rest on my chest where my heart should be.

“Your heartbeat is quite normal though!” you joked with only the slightest hint of an accusatory tone. You are perhaps wondering if I feel the same way about you.

Do you really wonder?

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“How do you know that you more than like me now? Why do you like me?”

I liked your questions.  I didn’t answer right away deliberately.

These labels do not exist in discrete points. They are in a continuum with no marked transition. And while ordinarily Reason dictates to proceed with caution, and only to declare loyalty or affection when you are several spaces away from the grey area of shift - where colors are vivid but smudged, where sounds are loud but often cacophonic, where infatuation can be easily mistaken perhaps for romance - our particular circumstance calls for a certain amount of irresponsibility. As seconds are equivalent to hours, days to months, and months to years.

And why do I like you? How could you dare to ask the why really when all you need to have is the mirror that shows how enchantingly spellbinding you are inside and out. And though there is undoubtedly a deeper magic in all these, it is sacrilegious to allude to it now. It will unravel itself in time. To reveal this now would just be my final undoing.

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This is the hand of fate. Slapping me. And I am offering the other cheek.