Lost Cynicism and Disease Ridden

I'm in love.

I don't believe in love. I mock it. I think it's what people in relationships tell themselves to make what they're doing feel worthwhile.

And yet, here I am. Head over heels.

I wont lie: I despised the feeling. I hate anything I can't easily label and safely put away in a box. I like to have complete control; with Love, I have none. I'm growing to like it. It makes me smile, it's got the edge on me.

I called her and we sat in silence while I formulated.

"I don't know much about love, or how it's meant to feel. But if I could choose, it would feel like this."

We chatted a bit, and while we did, I realised that no one can tell you what love is, because it's different for everyone. So when I feel that this is how it should be, then that's how it is.

"I love you."

I smiled when I heard it. Didn't even have to think about it.

"I love you too."

So there you have it, I've been infected with this odd brand of disease. And it's okay.