Vitamin U

❥ falling

Falling in love starts with utter bliss. You talk to her once, see her twice, and suddenly she's all you think about. She slowly consumes your thoughts.

You never find yourself bored anymore because really, how could thinking of her bore you?

You don't even know it yet, but you're falling and there's nothing you can do about it.

It begins when you can't wipe that silly smile off of your face. All you can feel is happiness, because the beginning feels good. Always does. You feel like you matter to someone, and that alone is enough.

You only see the good in life, because love brings out the best of you. You don't even see her flaws. She's perfect, you think. Always has been, and will be.

Before long, she (or maybe the idea of her) starts to consume you. The second she starts taking everything over in your life, the second her impact affects every single aspect of your life and you, that's when you know you're done.

You're done with the beautiful beginning of love.

You enjoyed it.

And now you must suffer the consequences.

Only then do you feel how fast time passes by us. You'll probably think that you were not happy for long enough to face this misery. Happiness will feel like a distant hallucination, or maybe a future vision.

The start of love is beautiful. So is its development; until it is fully grown. Like a flower, it starts wilting and dying.

It's like a flower in spring.

So beautiful and fragile that you don't what to kill it. But before you even register it, it begins to slowly wilt and die. Perhaps poison you in the process.

After the start, after the honeymooner's phase, everything slowly goes downhill.

It always does. Happiness can only be claimed for so long.

Your love is slowly dying like the rose you gave her on Valentine's day.

So you better enjoy the first phases of infatuation, because, one day, when you're a foot too deep inside the trouble and misery, the first phases will feel like dreams.

How could you have experienced such bliss and satisfaction once upon a time, when now you've forgotten how that even feels like?

At least that's what Vlad thinks as he looks at Jane.

Hauntingly enchanting Jane.

Jane who was his just about four months ago.

Before their love started wilting. Before it all went downhill.

Vlad thinks that it was all over too soon-- the honeymooner's phase, the relationship.

Too soon for his liking.

And now, when he tears his gaze away from her chestnut wavy hair and looks outside the window, his thoughts are tied to her. They always were. They always are.

The sky is dark and clouds are everywhere. It's clearly going to rain. December rain.

Vlad scoffs to himself as he recalls how winter and rain were-- or are really-- her favourite things.

'Vladimir, would you care to repeat what I just said?' his Biology teacher asks.

He repeats what she just said with extreme precision as he scowls. How much he hates being called Vladimir.

Jane loved to call him that whenever she would tease him. She would wrinkle her forehead, draw her eyebrows together, and attempt to say his name in a frightening matter. She never succeeded in doing anything besides putting a smile on his face.