Serenity

I'm sitting here in the comfort of my favourite corner, blowing little bubbles into the air.
I watch them float up towards the ceiling , then try to touch them teasingly with my fingers and let them softly fall on my open palm where they hover for a moment before they disappear forming little puddles of water on my skin, like puppies licking my palm. While i sit there, i watch them being born as tiny drops of joy, rising with the eagerness of new birth, floating into space to reach for the stars but then slowly lowering themselves onto the ground with the kind of sadness you see in a defeated child's eyes. Then they gently kiss the earth, hoping that that little act of affection will grant them a few more moments of existence.

As i watch their wonderful dance of life, i wonder: isn't falling in love a lot like the life of bubbles??

We all fall deeply in love, hiding it in little gardens of our heart, hoping for it to bloom.
And then, finally, it does.
Blooms into a rush of ecstasy. Blooms like a flower that freshens with every passing moment. You fall headfirst into that abyss of romance, searching for your little halos. Then, ironically but pleasantly, your heart flies, reaching for the stars that glitter like your loved one's eyes. But gradually, that tender craziness that used to light up your day, turns to obsession, differences and eventually neglect. Then it all softly fades away just like a withered leaf off a dead tree.
Yet, we hold on, refusing to let go. Just like those bubbles, we cling on to memories, that smile, those eyes; grasping onto anything that might offer us a glimmer of happiness, anything that could resurrect our fallen soul. I guess every relationship leaves behind a candle that has been put off just to help us appreciate the darkness we'd been unaware of.

And I guess we all fall in love for the same reason as we blow those lovely bubbles.

'Cause it just make our lives a little more beautiful.