The Symptoms of Lovesickness

When you fall in love with a girl, a million things happen;

Her hair becomes the fabric of the universe—always there and indescribably perfect;

Her eyes turn into beautiful, crystalline mazes that you enjoy getting lost in;

Her skin becomes the most perfect pillow—soft, silky, and easy to fall asleep while touching;

Her voice becomes the most perfect melody—always changing, always beautiful, and always leaving you wanting to hear more;

Her heartbeat becomes the rhythm of your life—pressing onwards, driving you and keeping you alive;

Her body becomes your living reference to perfection—every line, curve and crevice all falling into place in all the most perfect ways;

Her scent becomes the most perfect drug—intoxicating, calming, disorienting, and euphoric with no side-effects and all the addiction;

Her taste makes all others seem bland—she charges every taste bud, every nerve, and every inch of your body in a single kiss;

Her tears become typhoons—terrifying torrents of water that you do everything to dry off and cure;

Her lips become something not even words can describe—every kind of perfect you can imagine, all wrapped into a single area;

Her smile, with her lips and teeth forming the greatest masterpiece of art, becomes the light that you always reach for;

And those simple words—that perfectly concise, simple sentence—becomes your life’s goal to hear every minute:

“I love you.”

And you strive to repeat those words in such a way that she knows your whole being is speaking.

Maybe not a million things, but these things happen when you love a girl;

At least—that’s what happened to me.