that crazy heart thing called love?

hmph. I guess its just chemicals. i hope its chemicals. its dangerous like chemicals.

Its that knot in your chest that makes you not breathe,it makes you a klutz, it makes a point that you act beyond stupid for someone whom you've known for not more that 4.65 seconds.

you turn retarder by the minute, and forget the existence of other fellow humans who actually seem to care about you.you stay awake till inane hours imagining situations and actually planning an imaginary course of action till you're completely satisfied with the combat plan. of course if you ever spent that much time actually working you'd be heading some multi-national firm but that's the thing, multi-national CEO's don't fall in love. its simple.

you run every word you say in your head 45 times even before you actually speak, while that same smartness evaporates at the very sight of the person concerned. you're back to being that blithering babbler who says i -erm-erm-i before and after every sentence.

someone said love is like having champagne in your head. maybe it is. it gives you that fuzzy-dizzy feeling and you do things beyond silly that you wouldn't have done otherwise,ever.

It ruins everything that functions properly, and i mean everything. its a superficial cohesive force which makes you a pseudo philosopher both before and after and obviously during the course.

you feel like this great song-writer and maybe someday you can add that in your CV, obviously you might require the CV immediately because your hours at work are spent at reviewing where-your-human-is, and you haven't checked your mail for 42 years and the pending work at your table has reached beyond an accountable level so you really need a new job as much as you need a new life.