... Because

How Can I Ever Love You?

I love people who make me comfortable. You get under my skin. My flesh crawls when you are near me. You make me see myself naked, stripped and shorn of all pretence. How can I live with that? You provoke me to shed the lens with which I see the world. You make me see a me that I do not even know. A me who’s opinions I do not care for the world does not have a place for it. A me who’s rights have no wrong.

How Can I Ever Love You?

I love people who do not stir unfamiliar emotions in me. You cause my body to combust into a thousand flames. Of all the colors in this world, you make me see the color red. It is the color of passion, I’m told. But I do not know what passion is, I’m only human. My mortal body craves your touch. I close my eyes and I see red. When you are around my limbs are weak, my mouth dry, my eyes do not blink, and my body smoulders. I laugh and cry with the same intensity at your touch. In this world there is not a book that has the meaning of such feeling. Such feelings are found in the words of an ascetic. I am not an ascetic.

How can I ever love you?

You make me forget my sane self. You make me cast reason into the wind. You make me play by your rules. You beat on my own playground. You ask of me what I cannot answer and when I can, I don’t like it. You strike me a deal in which I win but reason fails. You have an altered yardstick for everything. You baffle me with your questions. You drive me insane.

How can I love you when I can't answer your questions?

How can I love you when you cause me discomfort?

How can I love you when you know better than me?

How can I love you when you see more than me?

How can I love you when I am in awe of you?

…Because I thought Love happens between EQUALS is it not …?