Why do I love her? Oh, come on, am I asking myself why do I breath? Why does it rain or why does wind blow?

If only I can get it out in words. But I can not. It is indescribable, beyond words. My love for her. It is sublime, it is in my bones, it is in the inner most chambers of my being. Her love. My love for her. Locked in the arteries of my heart where it flows with blood, in and out. Purifying it every time, every second. Whole day through whether she is there with me or not.

My heart is in a swell ever since she entered there. Caught me unawares or is it that she made a slow sweet entry there? I do not know. I must have been blind, deaf and dumb. She struck me with her whole being, the sound of her voice, the glitter of her eyes. And I was not myself. I was someone else. Ever since. Was there a moment or a series of moments? Does it matter?

One thing is for sure. It was never planned. It happened. The whole world seems new to me now. I feel something all the time. It's called happiness I think. I do not care if she is perfect or not. Nobody is. I love her, want her, desire her, I care for her, in spite of her imperfections. I look past them. I don't give two hoots to whether she is a beauty queen or not.

My eyes keep track of time on my mobile. Must have seen it 10 times in the last 10 minutes. Am I crazy? Of course not. I am in love. And I know it. My heart is beating just a bit faster. Not my doing. It's because of her. I am meeting her after office today.