Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world to do.

Thoughts of him follow me everywhere I go. I think about him even when I know, I should'nt be. These thoughts are neither invited nor are they rejected. Despite the fact that todays thoughts are new, they are not unfamiliar. His presence lingers like a footpath across my heart. My soul I would sell in return for a moment to look into his eyes, just so my butterflies could lift me to the level of ecstasy as they flit about in my stomach. At his feet I lay my emotions transparent and open to scrutiny. At his feet I lay bare my love in all its blindness but, he refuses to accept. His love is a slice of cake I am too diabetic to taste. I still want to share with him myself although his response has changed into " i know". I often wonder how I became, to him, so insignificant.

My mind keeps telling me to leave and forget about this, him, us but my heart treacherously insists on getting one more kiss, a sweet caress, a minute to explain, one try to get him back on the same page. In the end sense prevails. With my hands I splash water on face almost as if to drown thoughts and any evidence of him that reside in my head. I can no longer pretend his still here when he forgot about me long ago.

 Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world to do, staying there is the hard part but keeping the other party in love with you once the spark is gone may as well be impossible.