Is gravity responsible for falling in love?
The first time I realised I was in love I fainted.
I was up a ladder. In a warehouse I was working in at the time.
I’d like to hold the effects of gravity responsible for the concussion.
The second time I realised I was in love I wasn’t sure.
The falling was replaced by an easy, settling feeling.
And it fell apart in the same, slow way.
Though here, the word ‘fall’ is inaccurate.
The third time I began to be in love I resisted.
It made the descent even harder.
It dragged me down, out of myself into someone I didn’t recognise.
Well I still looked like me, but you get what I mean.
66% of my sample of love was like loss of control, or breath, or the feeling you get when a lift speeds upwards, and you feel like it forgot the bits of you that aren’t your body.
66% of my sample made my heart soar, my stomach drop, but really our internal organs don’t care what madnesses our hormones are inducing because they have a job to do, and in fact a ‘thank you’ wouldn’t go amiss for keeping you alive, you and your ungrateful endocrinal system.
Science explains the forces that act on us, and we heat it up and warp and twist it’s simple, meaningful language to mean the things we don’t understand, in the hope that by penning them in, we’ll be closer.
Is Gravity responsible for falling in love?
If it is I’d like it to be corporeal, I would bring it close, rest my hand gently on its bare upper arm, and whisper into its ear.
But I wouldn’t let you hear what I said, it would be like the end of Lost in Translation.
Which means if you have no romance in you, you could probably google for it.
This is a bit of creative writing I did in response to the question ‘Is Gravity Responsible for Falling in Love’ from here. I don’t really put creative stuff up on here anymore, mainly because the little pieces seem to suit Posterous more, but I think I’ll try and keep a bit more for the ‘proper’ blog. So here we are.
I read this before I think on your posterous? Or your formspring? It is beautiful.
I loved Lost in Translation and avoided that last line as long as I possibly good but the gravity of the Internet won out over the force of my romantic nature and I caved. It actually didn’t change anything as it was obviously a throw-away line. No big revelation. I would have been impressed if it had have been: ‘Run away with me, I will meet you by the bridge at midnight’ or something. But that would have gone against the whole point of the film…
Hey, the opening line I’ve used a couple of times and never really found a home for it, or liked it too much to only find one home at least :)
This is awesome and I think the premise behind it is an interesting one to explore as a writer – I wonder if it could be developed into a bigger piece as well *ponders*
Breakfast is better! No buns. We will have our georgous quilts for years to come & everytime we look at them we will think of our favourite 2 buns & their moma. That is definately better than breakfast. You do have a very cute breakfast bowl though & like how you take turns eating. Tracee xx
Could you write about Physics so I can pass Science class?