Love as a disease

If you could compare love to something what would it be?
Drug addiction?
Disease?
Unwanted reaction in brain?
We have all been there… In love with someone who is not for us, or in love with someone who doesn’t even likes us.
And then we tried to justify on why is this happening.
And we tried to find a reason for this…
I used to call love my own disease and now I would like to share with you a story that I wrote couple of years ago so that you could understand better on what I am saying.
Hope you will enjoy:
Mind is a mysterious thing…
Beautiful, unexplored and tricky thing.
Sometimes as much as we try to control our mind,
to think about stuff that we really want to think about,
Our mind finds a way to twist all of this around and makes us think exactly about the things that we don’t want to think about and that is… somewhat ok.
Your thoughts are only yours, until you decide to share share them with someone.
The beauty of it is that if you want to hide them you can do so as much as you want to,
But your body…
Your body is a traitor of a completely different kind.
Looking it from science aspect, our body is impossible to control only when it is attacked by some kind of a disease…
I am not attacked…
And I am not sure that I should define a person as a disease, but some people are capable of taking away your control just like a disease would…
Sneaky and unexpected.
Unwilling shivering under someone’s fingers, leaving you out of breath, increased heartrate… scary isn’t it?
Complete feeling of helplessness in someone’s presence while your body is making fun of you and the fact that he is reacting without your will.
My favorite part of it is slight opening of the mouth, just like before the kiss, when the other persons lips are just a few inches from hours, and… you are infected with probably the worst disease there is.
A disease that keeps you from thinking rationally, that takes control of your body and you feel like you are out of your body just watching at a disaster that is about to happen. Just watching how someone is invading your body and implementing themselves in every part of your being.
In those moments I found myself screaming run, turn around, walk away… DO SOMETHING,AAAND… NOTHING.
And in that moment of weakness, unable to move or breathe I finally figured some things out…
Some diseases have simple names, some on the other hand complicated.
Some names are weird, some are on Latin, completely unpronounceable…
But mine…
Mine carries the best name of them all…
Your name!”

I hope you enjoyed this text, thank you for reading.

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