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How does one fall in love? Do you trip? Do you stumble, lose your balance and drop to the sidewalk, graze your knee, graze your heart? Do you crash to the stony ground? Is there a precipice, from which you float, over the edge, forever?
I know I’m in love when I see you, I know when I long to see you. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking step. When did this happen? I haven’t even blinked.
I’m on fire. Is that too banal for you? It’s not, you know. You’ll see. It’s what happens. It’s what matters. I’m on fire.
I no longer eat, I forget to eat. Food looks silly to me, irrelevant. If I even notice it. But I notice nothing. My thoughts are full and raging, a house full of brothers, related by blood, feuding blood feuds:
“I’m in love.”
“Typically stupid choice.”
“I am, though, I’m racked by love as if love were pain.”
“Go ahead. Fuck up your life. It’s all wrong and you know it. Wake up. Face it.”
“There’s only one face, it’s all I see, awake or asleep.”
I threw the book out the window last night. I tried to forget. You are all wrong for me, I know it, but I no longer care for my thoughts unless they’re thoughts of you. When I’m close to you, in your presence, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you, sometimes. Then I look back.
When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain,
Ram” ( Cathleen Schine, The Love Letter)
Ummm…I would just like to change ‘When I peel an orange’ to ‘When I peel a tangerine” 🙂 Anyone know why ? Its a strange affliction called ‘jimmypageness’ 🙂 But yeah,damn not Jimmy’s …the other one’s orange laughter.