Breathless

I had moon over him for a while - that person i thought i loved. The one who made my heart race, my palms sweaty and my head spinning whenever he talked to me. He was like a heat stroke that came and went with the breeze (but in a good way). And i had been the willing victim to that spinning sensation he gave me. I thought it would always be like that with him; that I would always see him as my heat stroke.

I was mistaken.

The last time I saw him, my heart didn't skip a beat like it usually does. My cheeks didn't blush that crimson red. There were no butterflies in my stomach, no sudden burst of fireworks in my head. There was simply nothing. Not even a single flutter in my heart as i watched him walk past me.

And at that very instance i realized, I no longer had any feelings for him.

Maybe what i had naively mistaken as love was only me clinging to a misguided feeling. Surely love could not have crumbled this easily? The great Love, of which beautiful poetries are written and heart-wrenching songs sung by minstrels and poets and lovesick puppies alike. Surely that Love would have been more durable than this?

But this.... this thing i thought was love had been too fragile. At the mere sight of him sharing his perfect laugh with another girl, I quickly lost interest. Just as quickly as when i had first fallen for his charming smile, dazzling eyes and sunny disposition oh so many moons ago.

It came and it went, and now it's over.

Sorry, but I'm moving on. You were too late.