All around me people are falling in love. Or, lovers are re-appreciating the feeling of being in love. In a fit of forgetfulness, will love ever feel to us like a passing memory, like an old birthday, and will it feel lost to us? I wonder, then, how we will tell our closest friends the way we once felt.
If I ever forgot how to love, I would only think to use representative, physical samples of the feelings I once had in my brain and in my heart. I would put all of these samples in a bag: conversation hearts, old letters and cards, and recordings of myself saying things like "I love you, person, and here are all of the reasons." This bag will be confusing and compelling all the same. It will be a didactic for the romantics I know and for the romantics I don't. They will thank me. I may even be famous for a week.
In the bag, I'd include a note that said this: "How To Conduct a Human Relationship" and it will read: "Feel happy, then feel sad, forgive yourself and others because it feels more biblical that way, feel happy and then, feel very, very sad. Please repeat this until you are dead." It will be the only explanation I can create for love by only using my brain.
The world will say thank you until they realize that if Love had a party, Logic would not be invited. Perhaps this is how all of the lovers will operate while they are alive--in a constant effort to verbalize the way loving a person feels, though these explanations are, and will always be, as scattered and elusive as prime numbers.
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