Love

Love is the reason we all hate death. Love is a haunting feeling that keeps silent within, until it is time to show. Then everything around will have a new meaning. Precious things become less precious while things that never meant to us shine all around pulling away your concentration and grabbing hold of it like you were its only hope. New meanings start to grow inside your mind like a little seed germinating into a beautiful plant with fresh daisies all over. You don't see the seed, you don't see the plant but you only see the beautiful daisy smiling to you. You are helpless but to smile back, satisfied, filled with high expectations for the day. You don't care anymore about the rough way back home or the mess around your work, but you only care about seeing her, watching her as she passes by, smelling her perfume and appearing perfect in her eyes. So you constantly watch the reflection of your face on any shiny surface, making sure and double checking you are what you wish. You even watch your face reflecting in other people's eyes. And Yes! Flowers would be a perfect idea. Or maybe a little love poem alliterating how you much and much you feel. You are smiling. Your eyes are shining. You meet an old friend who persistently keeps asking what caused all the change in you. You try to evade but then your eyes fail you before your friend, before your world, as the one you love passes by, and your world just comes to a S T O P

A long time after she disappears you begin to wake up, objecting, complaining, refusing to wake up. Like a lazy child in a cold winter morning. You just want to stay where you are, gliding over and over your dream.You don't notice your old friend shaking his head in complete disbelief. You are a new person. Who are you? What do you expect of this, What do you hope for?. She doesn't love you. She will never love you. You are just a junior office clerk. Nothing more. She is your boss's wife! She doesn't know you. She doesn't want to know you. Forget it. You think she comes here for what more than seeing her successful young and handsome husband advancing in his work and acquiring more and more achievements. You don't exist to her. And even if she loved you back, will you make her happy? CAN you make her happy? You bet your life she is happy now. Isn't she? Admit it. Forget it all and carry on with your simple job copying records forever so that your boss could achieve more and more while you remain behind the world watching its back.