Love.
Stupid. Little bug.Makes you go bat shit crazy. Makes you empty the last of your pockets to buy that ridiculously overpriced bouquet and then walk a mile to see them. It cures your Netflix addiction . For something healthier. Sometimes you’ll even find yourselves waking up at 5 in the morning to check for texts. It’s stopping to think before ordering from the menu. Whoever thought you’d ever consult someone before ordering your favorite dishes. In extreme cases it might even mean adjusting to pineapple on pizza.
It’s rereading texts and grinning like a fool at your uneven balance sheet. It’s voluntarily giving up your seat on a crowded metro because you’re so grateful to the universe for the happiness it has bequeathed you. It’s rushing to the back of the queue in the cafeteria to stand beside them. It singing in the kitchen on sunday mornings. Long walks in the park, barefoot on dewy grass. It’s madness. Throwing caution to the wind. It’s doing all those things you never thought you’d ever do for another human being because they mean that much to you. And then, throwing paper Planes at them, “just because”…
Everything The Moon Touches 