Feels Like We Only Go Backwards

A short description of Love :

Emotions. Extremities. You’ve probably heard the saying. Roller-coaster. You’re speeding on the high-way, it’s exhilarating. The rush when you hear ‘I love you’, you know those three words have the power to inspire but also to break. But you become so dependent on them. It’s all so romantic till midnight strikes… When the thorn pricks, the wolf howls, the true colors come out. Like black dye in a pool of clear water. Everything transforms.

For others, it’s more gradual. The events approach, step by step, like a cat ready to pounce. You feel it coming, but is it really there? You ask. Like cigarette smoke in a room, love fills the air. Your arms outstretched, you’re blinded by the fog and intoxicated, you keep tripping. You’re advancing because to you it’s all a game. Then it seizes you. It’s claws dig deep into your haunted soul.

Is that it?

A few hours, days, weeks pass…

Before you know it, you’ve recovered and you’re on full speed again.

Oh, the cycle of love. How do you keep me trapped in your evil loop?