One of the great unfortunate elements of falling in love is that you don’t remember the exact moment.
You don’t remember the specific time.
You forget the precise dotted point on the clock when you start falling.
By any means, it is perfectly fine.
We are swept by the excitement of having someone new in life.
We are thrilled by continuous discoveries we unearth of each other everyday.
We are overjoyed by the sheer sensation of living on clouds number nine.
But then the law of gravity plays its part.
For everything that is put up above, eventually it will come down.
For every moment of falling in love, it will soon be followed by falling out.
We are busy questioning everything, not enough with just accepting.
We are keen on interrogating and investigating, not enough with just asking and believing.
We are dwelling on anger, bitterness, confusion and disappointment. The ABCD of emotional fallout.
We forget that once, we were alive.
We forget that once, we were happy.
We forget that once, we were in love.
Thus, if you ask me when was the last time I fell in love, I can only meet your eyes and say, “I don’t remember”.
But ask me if I ever want to love again, and I let my smile say, “always”.