Thoughts on New Love

I am thinking about how love looks like when she is new.

 Recently, I had gone to see a friend on his birthday. Arriving there, I met other friends of ours too, one of them brought a new friend of his with him. He did not have to tell us they were dating, I didn’t have to ask. I was good at seeing the new faces of love when she presents herself, so I watched. He left the room. I started a conversat...ion with the new girl and good to words, new love showed her many faces. It was so, em, sweet. She showed up in the way he popped his head into the room from the kitchen door ever so often, to just look at her and share a private smile. New love showed in the way their hands seemed to always touch over the Ipad games they played when he returned to the living room. It showed in the hushed tones they used, like the room was too crowded for them, for their new emotions.

 New love makes us sprint in newer strides, in giddy gaits.

 

New love makes us more interesting to the people that see us with that love-eye, the one we had been missing before they crossed our paths. New love intoxicates us with blinding consequences.

 

New love is sometimes the reason we aspire to certain heights, and change our previously held views about commitment and whatnots.

It is quite hard to hide her when she is new. New love does that to people. Problem always becomes, how do you show her when she is old…older?