Weights & Measures

I love you. It’s the only logical explanation. The chemistry of it is fairly simple. And no one is above its influence. It’s hard to be sure, if I love you. To be sure I’m in love with you. Apparently there’s a difference. Hindsight is certainly 20/20 but it’s only helpful in retrospect. Therefore, I think I’m in love with you. That’s the best I’ve got. I’m being flooded with hormones: epinephrine, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and vasopressin. That’s the science of it! The stuff that can be measured, with the right equipment. But it’s more than that, it’s the stuff of poems and songs and novels and the like. Brushed into every stroke of paint across a canvas, tuned into every note of a melody, written into every story line new and old. So I may wax poetic now but that doesn’t mean it’s for forever. That it’s real. But it’s real to me now, in this moment. So I may not love you, be in love with you, truly. Sorry. Life, while it’s the longest thing we’ll ever experience, is too short for second guesses. Since I can be sure of nothing else, I can be sure of how I feel. And this is how I feel now. I am in love with you. And there’s no use deciding if that’ll be true twenty years from now. But I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of knowing that I love you with my whole heart.