Falling in Love
Art by the Author ( reference from pinterest) I am caught in the idea of falling in love. The sparks of joy eluding my every thought that someday, someone is responsible of reciprocating the feelings I portray. It gives me hope. Hope that shall bring forth commitment that someday, I am spending the rest of my life to whom cupid has chosen to stay. Am I falling in love? Or just falling in the endless depth of uncertainty and vagueness of chance? Sure, craving for the sensation of butterflies is like longing for the warmness of day in winter. Like a feeling of a quenched thirst on the dessert. Like searching for treasures over unimaginable extent of the ocean. They are all desires for comfort. Like desiring comfort from someone who may or may not come. My sentiments admire those who have found their someone. They have fallen into the bottom of seemingly bottomless pit. Well, bottomless for some who amidst ...