A Night in the Life of a Feeling

“Right after you feel something for the first time, only then you realize you never felt it before”. That is how you get to know who I really am. All you thought before were just abstract concepts of me. Last night, for example, I had her. My biggest challenge to be precise and I did a great performance on her! It was midnight when I made my appearance. I began crawling from her stomach to her chest, tearing down walls of disbelief and logic. She kept trying to fight it, they all do at first, but I have the experience and I am one of the best in this field. I was prepared and logic was no match for me.

While I was setting up near her heart, using our latest state-of-the-art instruments and liquids (all necessary for a successful completion of my task), she began to wonder what was happening. The first serum began doing its work, I could now see her heart racing, her mind asking “How can it be? “I haven’t seen him in years!” She looked around her empty apartment with confusion, as if the answer could be found there. This part brings back awful memories of my exile by her. That dreadful moment when she accused, judged and banished me to live in darkness until deemed necessary. I want to scream at her. I want to tell her that her questions are so pointless because she knew I was there for years, piled up under walls and rubble of constant reasoning. But I remained calm and continue. I dug my way out and am now free to finish my task once again. I will not fail. 

 I reach her heart; this is the exciting part, and using a fogging loop, I gently squeeze between the Right and the Left Ventricle (I’ve always been great in anatomy of this organ, earning a well deserved A+ in my class) releasing the pressure caused by an incessant brain-thinking function. I need to make her accept it, to be happy about what she is feeling. To believe. I fight off the armies of excuses; they are strong, determined but I'm better. Feelings like me don't quit, we continue, making appearances where we are least expected. We persist and at the end everybody gives in. Nobody is safe from us. 

I finish off her troops with a quick blow, retaliating with the happiness I bring, with the beauty I provide. Firing possibilities at them, beliefs of how she can do anything, overcome anything. I'm there squeezing her heart, watching her logic soldiers perish under my strength and then her rendition comes. There is no more fighting or arguing; she is full of bliss. Now, the reason, the external reason is of no importance. It does not matter what tomorrow will bring; she smiles because she can feel me and deeply knows me now; she accepts me. She laughs because it feels good. The dreaming comes and a smile reigns in her eyes.

I am the feeling of love and I was sent here to release her heart from the stronghold of fear. I am here to expose her heart to the world and to clean it from doubts or any made-up dangers. I'm here to make her feel, to make her love unconditionally and to surrender. I have succeeded. Now I must go. There is a new challenging case: religion and man-made rules against love. I must free the lovers. You can’t choose us. Rules won’t stop us because like I said, nobody is safe from love.