Being In Love pt.1 : Emergence

Love made something inside him glow and begin to root into the coldness of what was left of him from the last affair. He walked up to the dark, oil-like mirror and saw something different since a very long time ago. He was smiling, and his heart was open like a vein of ore. He saw something flicker in the mirror, and touched the surface, only to see his fingers sinking into it.

Love transforms you, no matter how many times it comes.

He is me. I am in love. In love, again. Some things repeat, like the flutter above my navel and the tingle below it. Other things are new, and are like the candlelight burning the gold. They say it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Have they ever said anything of having loved, lost and loving again?

You. You don't yet know I love you like this, but perhaps you'll find out before I even say it. :)

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Post-produced in PhotoShop from a drawing in black and red pen. Original is actually pt.2, but I felt this was better as the first part in terms of meaning.

Created in March, 2005.