Love

The word from which I constantly try to refrain from applying shall be the very topic of my conversation today. I always hear of people proclaiming how love 'gives you flight'. Love elevates and transcends all mortal boundaries. Poppy Cock.
Yesterday was his epithamy, I was proud (in a subtle way) of how boldly he grasped, held and took control of his circumstances. Yesterday, my good friend did one of the toughest task; walking away. In the world of "Luurve" the huge difference between escaping and turning away is that the latter has a closure.
Today, he walked in with a different aura, a different mood if you please. I was not sure of it until I checked his blog just now. Yes, it was the epilogue to his ending of another chapter. I am proud of him taking all this shit, holding down his wings to the solid ground and clipping them off before it takes him off the another bitter fantasy.
But yet in him, I see myself. He's different from me. He has confidence, he has strength. He has charms and most importantly, he also has a heart of which pumps waves of fire. On the other hand, I lack a voice (don't confuse voice with volume) . Within my rib cages, lies a little silver air pump that regulates the numerous tiny vessels of ice. I do not have the fire or spark within me. i cannot (even if I could, I would not) give you the fiery passion most girls desire and this is not the first time I said it. So where does love come in?
I watched you today, for a brief glimspe among the whole day. Even though you were is anothers' arms, ice continued to slush slowly through my vessels. There was no green in my eyes, no red in my vision. I just sat back and the beautiful dance unfold. Yet, the feeling remained. A slightly warm steady sensation that soothers my pump causing my comfort. I felt as if, for that brief moment, God has granted me wings and I have transcended all mortal boundaries of jealousy and all other earthly matters.
As I am lifted, reality grabs me. Pulls me down to the ground. Clip my wings. Reality clipped my wings. Reality is my very earthly boundary. Injured, I shifted my sitting position and tried to pull a cold smile across my face. I sneaked another look at you. What should I do? IS love this painful grounding effect?
I looked at my friend across the room... again... he is fooling around, and I can feel his warmth.