To You

He was like an infection; the invasion of body tissues, that I couldn't resist. His charm, which he was unconscious to, engulfed & kept me in a warm embrace, keeping that smile on my face longer than usual. With him around, I let my guard down.

Moments with him were filled with precious laughter, those that came from deep in your stomach, those that were rare. With him, there was careless taunting, accidental secrets, occasional flirting that was unintended but that still happened anyway; unpredictable, vagrant-like behaviour. We visited the depths in each others' mind that we never knew existed.

He was like a breath of fresh air, revitalising me, taking me on a mind trip, dispensing my old beliefs & creating new ones. Being with him reminded me of those old fizzy sweets by the corner shop, where it fizzled on your tongue & sometimes even hurt your tongue but you buy it again & again, just for the thrills. Yes, that he was - thrilling.

Refreshing; thats him too. I had been in dark murky waters for too long to enjoy the gentle breeze. He came & pulled me out, showed me the myriad of colours of the world, the pretty flowers, the welcoming clouds. I once knew they existed but I've become oblivious to them. He was refreshing, revitalising, thrilling. He was beginning to sound like a carbonated drink. I was attracted.

Could this be love? Nah, love conjures images of Elizabethan dresses, 2 lovers staring into each others' eyes, swearing on Jove & the moon & the occasional serenading. Could this be love in the modern day? Quiet, unassuming, sedate. Swimming in a pool of what-ifs & maybes. Nothing was certain; there were the scarce & sporadic glimpses of hope but I could never put my finger on it.


Could this be love? I wasn't sure but how I want it to be so. He's my very own infection, my Mr Fizzle. Just mine.