Intoxicating, Confusing, Deliberately Complicated Tale

How does a love story starts?

Is it the usual cliché, heart-thumping, deliberately cheesy first encounter of two lonely, very opposite hearts igniting a warm, dangerous flame of this rumored magical craziness called love?

Or is it through an enchanting staring contest with gazes of ocean blue, electrifying gray, or maybe a forest green? After all, the eyes are the windows of the soul... Therefore, the eyes are always moving, displaying all feelings, real and honest, and a window to the hurricane inside. The realest of all sensible dame... The rawness makes many kingdoms fall and new worlds rise..

Or is it due to one smile? One laugh? One kiss? Hormonal teenagers chasing a whirlwind romance of unpredictability? Homo sapiens are romantic creatures of forbidden relations, cheating hearts, and impulsivity... Wouldn't a dangerously desirable romance the most romantic out of all of them?

To be honest, I don't know. How do even a love grows? Due to a word? An action? A heart-moving display of affection? How would you even know how you love a person? In what terms would you really understand what is love and what is not? I have lots and lots of question...

And I have tried to chase the answers... To invent an answer... Or to formulate a theory about the answers... But nothing could really help my fragile, doubting heart but your embrace and your intoxicating, confusing, and deliberately complicated whispers of love to my ears... Your every word is a folklore, a poem, an essay... and a tale. Sometimes, it could also be a thesis that I can never understand... But sometimes, it could also be a dictionary where I can know every meaning of every thing in my life.

So, if you will ask me how our love story starts, I will answer that... it was you. You are a whirlwind, a hurricane, a storm— an earthquake that shook my core. I couldn't comprehend what is what, why is why, and how is how... I have lost all rationality when I treaded upon your heart.

Therefore, if you are planning to break my heart, please do it aesthetically. To match the beautiful tale that you are in my heart... I would cry yet laugh it all off... because I will just get you back.

And this tale will never end, my intoxicating, confusing, deliberately complicated half.