![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dagas_isaSo you all must suffer. Blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muusu for this. It's all his fault.
Yes, Dagas is in love. There. She said it. Dagas is unashamedly, unabashedly in love.
And I don't think I've known it quite like this. Because, damn,I think I'd remember. This is the type of feeling that I think I'd deride if someone tried to describe it in a story, and it wasn't happening to me. Because seriously, I don't know how to describe it without it being corny as hell. So, let me be corny.
Imagine spending 3-4 nights straight talking to someone until all hours of the morning. Until the sun comes up and beyond, and yet, when you talk to them, the energy seems so boundless, that sleeping is almost impossible. Heck, just thinking about them gives you the energy to move, and cheerfully besides. Imagine the person you can laugh with, debate with, complain at, and speak your life history to, and listen to them do the same, and it just feels so natural.
It's scary, because you don't know how close you can be to this person before you'll have enough. Or even if you'll have enough. Things move fast, not because they're being rushed, but because that's just the pace you're both walking. You're just that sure. And because you're that sure, things can happen in their own time, because you know they'll happen.
It's how in the space of so little time, your happiness can be tangled in with the happiness of someone else. And so you both become this gigantic mass of happy. A gigantic, contagious mass of happy, because there's no help but let everyon know, and if they care anything about you, they'll be happy too. And if they're not, meh on them.
It's 'nice' where 'nice' is a blanket term for every good adjective under the sun.
If this is just infatuation, then real love would kill me. But somehow, I don't think this is.
Over and out.
muusu for this. It's all his fault.Yes, Dagas is in love. There. She said it. Dagas is unashamedly, unabashedly in love.
And I don't think I've known it quite like this. Because, damn,I think I'd remember. This is the type of feeling that I think I'd deride if someone tried to describe it in a story, and it wasn't happening to me. Because seriously, I don't know how to describe it without it being corny as hell. So, let me be corny.
Imagine spending 3-4 nights straight talking to someone until all hours of the morning. Until the sun comes up and beyond, and yet, when you talk to them, the energy seems so boundless, that sleeping is almost impossible. Heck, just thinking about them gives you the energy to move, and cheerfully besides. Imagine the person you can laugh with, debate with, complain at, and speak your life history to, and listen to them do the same, and it just feels so natural.
It's scary, because you don't know how close you can be to this person before you'll have enough. Or even if you'll have enough. Things move fast, not because they're being rushed, but because that's just the pace you're both walking. You're just that sure. And because you're that sure, things can happen in their own time, because you know they'll happen.
It's how in the space of so little time, your happiness can be tangled in with the happiness of someone else. And so you both become this gigantic mass of happy. A gigantic, contagious mass of happy, because there's no help but let everyon know, and if they care anything about you, they'll be happy too. And if they're not, meh on them.
It's 'nice' where 'nice' is a blanket term for every good adjective under the sun.
If this is just infatuation, then real love would kill me. But somehow, I don't think this is.
Over and out.
