Love is Dead
Watching young love develop is such a charming picture. It’s the sweet tingle in your stomach that people call butterflies and a light dizziness from being so near to someone who you’re attracted to.
The two people that sit on the other side of the room are doing homework, but if I put my music loud enough to cut off their dialogue, I can objectively watch their gestures and body language. They’re sitting at the same side of a long white table. They look into each other’s eyes when they talk. They shift in their seats. They smile and giggle occasionally. What’s so funny about studying for an exam at the end of November?
Yet these two are clearly not so much into studying as into spending time with each other while studying.
The small room with five people, including these two, is the perfect study lab for how infatuation develops. The tight set up allows the two to have some privacy. They’re not hidden from anyone, but their company is enough for them.
The girl tucks her hair behind her ear.
The guy turns towards her.
They’re so cute.
I forget when was the last time I was this infatuated with someone. To me, love is dead. But I’m glad to finally be free from the emotional chains.
