Loving Blindly

When love blinds, nothing makes sense.

Your mental vault freezes; you process and recognise nothing. You forget names, deadlines, and even the number of times you fed your pet. 

But nothing is an exaggeration. Nothing does not make sense. Because you do remember snippets of your life flashing by. But mostly, you remember him:  his pearly whites hidden behind his sheepish smile, his mysterious world hidden behind his glimmering eyes, his charming single eyelids, his high cheek bone, his mole on his right cheek …

Someone greets you.

You do not respond.

Someone raises a question.

You do not respond.

Someone repeats the question.

You do not respond.

Someone screams your name.

You do not respond.

And when I do, I panick.