Are you waiting? You must be in love…

P.C.- Sacha Lalla

I always have trouble figuring… what is the exact thing I am feeling for a person I keep on meeting in my everyday of being a single girl in my late 20s. 
It might be about a man, might also be about a woman.

Is it instant liking when he or she says or does something which you can totally relate with? Or the feeling of simple companionship on a Friday night? Is it lust because you can see his muscle ripple through the tee shirt he is wearing as he leans closer to hear you better over the din of the club? Or is it simply a good old feeling called love?

I have been trying for a while to find out a trend- a set of signs, with which I can quickly say and separate the feeling of Love from all other sort of feelings. Kind of like a thumb rule.

And then I read this amazing book ‘A lover’s Discourse’ by Roland Barthes and in just a paragraph, he made me see what I have been trying to pin point all this while. And guess what, I am not the only one trying to come up with this thumb rule for all the times one can separate every other feeling from the super feeling called Love.

“Am I in love? — yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”

So yea. If you are waiting- by the balcony to check his car making its way underneath or waiting outside the movie hall with tickets- panicking all the while that he must have misplaced the date or the theater or simply waiting while pretending to be busy in numerous other things (but deep inside, you know YOU ARE WAITING)- well, you are in Love!

Been there, felt that? Hit like :)

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