… Looking for reasons.

(This piece of literature that i found on a blog always strikes on my mind so finally i made it mine by putting it on the blog that i can access any where anytime as Love is not only a person's soul sure possession...I wish Love beautifies everyone's Life by saying I Love You...-Suchita Shukla) 

Why is it that the very sight of a person makes your heart skip a beat? Your thought starts to race and your body starts to shiver with a nervousness that you find difficult to explain. She can lacerate your heart with one indifferent look at you. Why is it that when you close your eyes, to go to sleep every night, her eyes start a conversation with you? And when she starts to visit you in your dreams, with alarming regularity, you are convinced that she has permeated your subconscious. At the thought of that you permit yourself a smile. You don’t want to discuss her with your friends because you fear that your idea of her might lose it’s novelty. You realize, all of sudden, that solitude is your only trustworthy companion. Why is it that when she leaves you for the day you feel a sense of loss that defies logic? On your walk back home, when you look at people around you, you pity them for not knowing a person like her. And you consider yourself blessed. You surprise your stubborn self by liking the way she views the world, which till yesterday, you considered childish but today they seem innocent and also seem to gel perfectly with your views. There is also a burning desire to know more about her and the world that she lives in. In short, you don’t seem to get over her. And to make matters worse she seems to grow on you with each passing day. You realize it is about time you looked at your case more objectively. You try to console yourself by saying, “it’s all in the mind, I’ll get over her with time’’. With little more logical analysis you satisfy yourself that you have won the battle. You convince yourself that your mind will no longer disturb you. But, the very next minute, you realize that every thought of her is accompanied with a sigh. And you know you have not found the answer. Maybe, next time. Maybe never!