It was the start of August
and my hairs barely brushed against
my shoulder
And now my hair is longer than it's been in years

Upon seeing you,
I knew this was different
Not like love at first site,
because I don't believe in that,
but seeing you was familiar
Like, it wasn't our first time meeting

Long story short-
you bewitched me- entirely
and
I have been enthralled by you since that first day

You promise to always stay
and oh, do I yearn for that to be true
But you cannot know for a fact
you will always stay

Something- anything, could tear us apart
Some people say love was not built to last,
yet I know love is meant to last
Especially true love

I beg for us to continue falling for each other
even if we break our bones in the process
Then we can kiss them back together
with bleeding tongues
and bleeding lips


Love will not outlive us

Loving you was both ineffable and unendurable
I felt a hiraeth for your heart
As you had already set mine aquiver
Your voice sounded so mellifluous and sonorous
That it was almost nefarious
The epoch of while I looked at you
I knew this wasn’t limerence
And every day I prayed for serendipity
You were ethereal
So much so that it seemed almost illicit
You smelt of petrichor
Maybe it was just my glasses
That made you look iridescent
And made you look like you were luminescent
I didn’t need to rub my eyes to sense phosphines
When you were near me
Because although the time I got to spend with you was ephemeral
It sent me into oblivion
Because I was convinced this was yuanfen
It kind of made me feel like defenestrating you
You made me go through metanoia
The thought of you was eunoia
I guess what I’m trying to say is
I’m ******* in love with you

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.