teen love

The clock has just ticked 12 and after a lot of twisting and tossing, i am here in front of my pc keying this post in[Not being able to sleep is terrible:( ]. Though my eyes are desperate to close for a sound sleep but mah mind is not ready to sleep.

I m feeling like a restless spirit wandering over the sore and extremely sensitive flashes of past which are just not allowing my mind to shut down.I am trying hard to come out of the trap in which i am trapped.I guess its not “teen love” but realizing that it was “teenlove”. Realising that it wasn’t true love but an unintentional trial love:)

Love- It comes without mention and no one has control over it.Sparking with a kind of infatuation that arises when the two persons involved are already awhirl with conflicting emotions, moving onto bombarding each other’s cellphone’s inboxes with lovely messages and blushing all day long remembering last night’s talk, craving to hear his/her voice again; the time when one explores all his manners and etiquettes and still hiding that crusty crush feeling from each other.

I guess infatuation and hormonal activity are the two main factors in which the phrase “Love is Blind” comes out of. Because the individuals involved have virtually little -or no- ability to distinguish between the passions and a higher self sacrificing love .

May be its more than a chewing-gum, a lot more than the actions of overacting hormones.

I remember a line from a chapter in my twelfth standard’s english textbook-“The Essence Of Romance Is In Its unCertainty”. Once the proposal is accepted, then everything is taken for granted; the angel mist seems to be blown up. Slowly and steadily as the characters keep on inventing each other to maintain an interest,everything feels like heaven but eventually there comes a point when both get usual to each other’s habits and interests and both starts geting encountered with short-lived arguments which however when sorted rejuvenate the passion.

This is something i have observed from some of my friends’ love experiences who are in a habit of yelling out their frustations which they get from their “love” on me just to get back normal and ready for a next weekly dose of dispute.

With each line that i am keying in, realising that Falling in love is easier than writing about it though. Even though I am feeling a sense of unfairness ending it here but remembering that i have to...