Pardon the disjuncture between the image and what I’m about to write. But there is sort of a relation, even if vague, between how that simple snow appeared so beautiful and me being in love.
So yes, I’m in a new phase of my life which is called being in love. Doesn’t happen too often to me actually. Well, far from often I should say. A few times you just knew it wasn’t love, other times you thought it could be and yet some other times you thought it might just be. Well, when you finally find it, you will realize that every single one of those didn’t count or even come close to what you now have. Call it a quantum leap in your emotional consciousness of love, if you like. Or an awakening, or the revelation, or… it doesn’t matter. You would just feel like crushing all your history of would-be-love episodes like a trash paper and discard it nonchalantly… and begin writing on a new page.
Never imagined I would say it but I’ll say it now because I believe it. Love changes everything. Really. Snow that is snow is not really just snow when you’re in love because it’s beautiful snow now. Sleep that you need is not just closing your eyes and slipping into unconsciousness because there is that flash of conscious knowing that you love someone just before you remember the next day when you wake that you had slept soundly because you love.
Can’t wait till the day you take my hand in yours again.
