The Flow of Emotion
You’re not here, but it feels like you do, but what I have discovered is not the presence of you, but my overflowing feelings for you which pulverize my entire being in bits and pieces. The blood is streaming through my veins, and each cell is pulsating with passion. The tapering of your absent has not yet made me feel lonely, but it has made my heart tugged and sank in longing.
If love was an emotion, then it must be the hardest to describe. The flow of it enticing me to wait even if the waiting seems endless.
The hours become days, and days grow into weeks, and the flow of my emotion mobilize me to act like a drunkard weaning of the liquor, melancholy and hopeful all at once because the ebb and flow of a heart that loves can conquer everything that stands against it.