Falling in love

Photo by Lina

I have always wondered about that phrase, falling in love, why it should be a pessimistic metaphor of falling. But I guess falling should not always be viewed in a negative light.

So I fell in love.

I have always imagined it happening on a dusky afternoon, the evening cool creeping in and I, the character, am about to come out, swing on a red coat and step out behind some glass door. Step out that the world may meet me. However the real scene didn’t happen like that.

I was actually wearing no jacket or coat just simple jeans and a t-shirt. I was kneeling on some floor and colouring with a wax crayon. There I think I came out and met me.

It was an awesome moment to realise that one can fall for oneself. So I fell hard for me and then the very next day so as to confirm my love I was given this poem,. It spoke of me.

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.