What is love?A Story by LissetteA short piece I wrote ages ago about Love. To quote Moulin Rouge, "Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All we need is love." So here's my version of it. Ah the innocence of first love.
What is love? Is it a meaningless and pointless emotion that does not exist and is only occurring due to the glands within our brain that secrete the hormone and present the person with a euphoric sensation of happiness for six short months? Or is it real and as the dictionary defines it, as a tender feeling of emotion toward somebody special, somebody whom you desire and admire. I got to thinking this as I looked into his eyes. He was a wonderful example of how a girl’s body could get carried away without her realisation. Every inch of my body yearned for him, his touch, his breath, his kiss…and yet my mind, over analytical and humorous as it is, screamed at me to get out and leave the situation in peace. I should not corrupt his existence and yet I am caught in his web. A helpless fly that has been snared by the wicked dark body of the spider. I cannot escape the downward spiral that is the lust I feel for him. I lay next to him now. Just lying. The dark surrounded us as an all-consuming cloud of black, soaking its inky jets into every small space which fell pray to its desires. I inhaled sharply and my nostrils were filled with his scent. We may be, unfortunately, only mortal creatures but that didn’t stop my senses being overwhelmed by his mere presence. I had to resist the deafening thudding of my heart as it raced near out of my chest to reach him. I realised if I couldn’t have him externally my internal organs would do a good job to try to get there on their own. I closed my eyes and tried to be still the frantic beating of my heart. I turned my head slightly, trying to make out his outline in the dark. He seemed happy; at least I hoped he was. I’d be satisfied for a tiny amount of the feeling that I have pounding through my veins to be existent in his. His hand absent-mindedly traced circles on my leg, unaware of the heat that spread through my entire body up to my cheeks. I gazed up at him, I could watch the movie from the reflection of his beautiful eyes but I was too preoccupied watching the dancing colours and how his pupils expanded and dilated depending on the scene. He looked over to see my intense stare…my bottom lip being chewed to pieces by my careless teeth. I caught my breath as he reached out a hand to stroke my cheek, pulling me closer, looking deeply into my eyes. His lips softly touched mine…only lingering for a second before he pulled away. © 2009 LissetteAuthor's Note
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