Either I got too big or the world was just so small to encompass my feelings and emotions of love and infatuation that had overwhelmed me, I didn’t know what happened; I became more content, happier, calmer. And I asked myself as once Bob Marleydid Is this love that I’m feeling ?
My mind based on reason tried to define love- is it an addiction on someone? a bilogical need? a positive feeling? a thing you feel only once and for all? How can I define love when it differs from one pesron to another, it turns out that love is contingent to the personality of the lover or at least that’s the outcome of my constant thinking over the subject.
Anais nin said “What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is”. While Paulo Coelho added “Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.”
Lost and confused I was, like a little kid seeing the fire for the first time he tries to stay away to be catious as many had told him before, and he wants to get closer to see what it is to touch this amorphous entity that shocked him. I tried to maintain my distance, not to get attached to him, not to built my habits on his own, not to listen to his genre of music all the time. I tried.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 