February’s Maybe

So, love.. but what exactly about love? Someone I was very close to once asked me what is love to you? I stood there. Still. I smiled and replied maybe the fleeting sight of dreams I hold. What dreams you have? The person asked. Dreams! Just dreams.

Not to mention much but so dreamy that it sounds just magical and at the same time as real as the cruelty of this world.

I don’t know if it’s February which is taking over me or the possibility of “us” in some parallel universe or is it just my new soft and sweet playlist.

Is it similar to the way I feel when I see how sufficiently the rains have showered the love over flowers or is it similar to the way I see a familiar thing turning into something which is not so familiar? Do I know this feeling? Maybe yes, maybe no or maybe combination of both.

Whatever it is, it feels so real that I am almost afraid to feel anything at all and yet so beautiful that chasing or running away won’t be fair. So here as it unfolds I feel it and I own it. Madly. Passionately. Lovingly. Sadly. Desperately and more over Completely.