Jeg plejer altid at være forelsket når det er forår
Forelsket i foråret
Men i år kommer foråret langsomt
Og dagene er stadig kolde
Selvom solen skinner
I år er jeg ikke forelsket i foråret
Men i den samme vinter jeg var forelsket i sidste år
Og året før det
Men vinter bliver til forår og forår bliver til sommer
Og min vinter er kommet videre
Det er forår og du er forelsket
I den varme unge sommer
Og jeg er det blæsende regnende efterår
Du er forelsket i en der ikke er mig

This is about the state of heart,
Like when I feel Koi No Yokan and I just know that this is real.
Perhaps it will last this time?
In the past, I have experienced nothing but Saudade and La Douleur Exquise.
Unrequited love? That doesn't even get to the heart of it.
Every time I see him, it's as if I'm experiencing Retrouvailles all over again.
Finally, I, the Ilunga, gave up, but something about this time
Makes me incredibly willing
To let pain through my doors again.
Is it love?
Is it lust?
All I really want is for a Cafuné
And butterflies from our Mamihlapinatapei when I desperately want to kiss him.
Maybe it was a Yuanfen
Or God's intervention.
Maybe one day I will tell him, "Ya'aburnee"
Or perhaps one day he will tell that to me.
All I really know, is that this euphoria is explained through one simple word:
Forelsket.

'Kilig (Tagalog) – Kilig is similar to forelsket (Norwegian)…it’s the “weak in the knees, spontaneous blushing and quickening pulse, butterflies in the stomach” sensation you get when you see the person you’re in love with.' (c) Thought Catalog

Forelsket

Hurts like a *****

It's la Douleur Exquise

Wishing I'd never known

Koi No Yokan

twenty-six days into
the year, while i was
still, as yet, beset
by that december midnight,
but you,
you helped me forget.

i owe you more
than i can count, a
priceless debt;
you gave me such
a gift, the euphoria
called forelsket.

if
I had
to describe you,
in one word,
it would be
"komorebi"
the sunlight that shines through the leaves
you are always there,
even when you aren't

i used to listen to music, loud, until my heart began to jump
but after meeting you,
the loud music became too weak

I used to make wishes at 11:11,
but now I rather spend my minute making sure you remember to make your wish

you've taken up nearly every inch of my head
*i can't get your name out of my mouth since you kissed it

My soft piece
of prose
sounded prettiest
pressed against
your pink ear.

Your scent was stronger
than your skeleton.
If I remember nothing else,
I will never forget that.

In foreign tongue,
I found
the phrase
that voiced
the feeling.