A Beautiful World

A Beautiful World
I fell in love. it made the world of my dreams all the more special and good. I didn’t want to be in a better world any more. This was the zenith I always wanted to be at. I was at the top of the world. There was a typical satisfaction propelled through me by virtue of my being in love. I  didn’t want to rise from my slumbers. I only want to sleep a while longer if only to dream of her for an eternity.



For a while, I paused at the threshold I was standing at. I wasn’t sure about entering the citadel of love. I had encountered love only a few days ago, it wasn’t the first time, but it did make my life beautiful. Everything around me has acquired a typically new colour and shade. The only point of contention is that my love was unrequited.



 It was only me who loved her, she didn’t love me, and I knew it. There is nothing I can do to make her love me. there is nothing in me that can make her head turn towards me. it is only I who look at her as an ideal and perfect being. All the same, it didn’t matter if my love was one-sided, and it was only my heart that throbbed wildly for her. What counted was that I was in love, and it made me feel great.



Love made my world really beautiful. I don’t think there ever was a time when I felt better. I was suddenly on top of my world. Here was someone who made me feel special, and although she didn’t reciprocate my emotions in any manner, I feel confident I too made her feel special. She was the only one getting any amount of attention from me: I had singled her out from all her peers. There wasn’t any particular reason for it, there is never a  definite reason for being in love.



The theorem held water when it was inverted too. It held the same principles when she looked at me. she loved me too, I think, and with equal intensity and passion. One can never be sure of the intensity of love one gets, but somehow, I felt sure I could be sure of the amount of love I got from her.



I felt the typical ecstasy one experiences when one is being loved and appreciated. It sent me to the sky aboard a rocket.  I felt my head in the clouds even while my feet were still on the ground. A smile on her face sent thousands of darts impregnated with happiness piercing me. A careless giggle originating from her gave me more joy than anything else in the world.



What the world was a moment ago didn’t really count for me now. It didn’t matter if the world were to come to an end the next moment. What counted was that I was happy and content with her before me. She was the one I saw in my dreams when I closed my eyes, and she was the one I saw with my eyes open. She was before me in all the paraphernalia of a reality insistent on going back to realms of a dream the very next moment. I want to break away from this miserable, vicious and monotonous life; I want a variety in my life, but there is a typical satisfaction propelled within me because I am in love.



I shake myself up, I knew this is a reflection of my imagination. I am in a world I had always imagined myself to be in.