Monday, January 19, 2015

The Missing Premise of Love

I remember meeting you on a rainy summer day. I was running with my bag over my head. My mother had told me to bring an umbrella that day when I went out, but I didn't listen and instead I shook my head, laughed, and called the weatherman crazy. In my defense, he really was, and I remember the news of him getting fired over that. Weird, right? You know I always get these oddly accurate psychic stuff whenever it rains.

Which is why I should've known that it wasn't going to be a regular day, because nothing was ever ordinary again when I met you.

I wonder if that's why I fell for you - your laugh that would go on for ages and nobody knew why, your spontaneous urges to go out traveling and I had no choice but to come with, your singing voice that everyone could attest to was the voice of an angel. You were everything and so much more. I got sucked in and became a prisoner to your whims. But I was never tired, and at the time I thought I found the greatest happiness. Because when I was with you everything was good, even me.

I knew you, and you knew me.

And that was why I thought I loved you.